Category: Writing

Words. no praise not even a nimble switch as the light goes down and colours fade for the night imagine what words she might say that could save you no, there’s no being saved fantasy twists take dark turns orbits only aim to meet somewhere in the middle imagine what words might save you if [...]

This poem has absolutely nothing to do with that thing. A fragrance unnoticed A gesture remembered long after it fades Glances that long but trail off… In the end the turning away (24 May 2020) Wishes sometimes have consequences—available to order from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they can’t get it for [...]

I am so tired of covid poems—so here is another one… The tense wires and indistinct flutters erase days from the calendar Its page is still opened to March before the topsy-turvy turned America into the land of the empty streets with homes full of the tipsy The one on the end table is still [...]