Somewhere along the line (or A poem in which I exhaust the metaphor of life as a train trip)

Up late after hearing about the death of Muhammad Ali and watching old clips on YouTube. Every day, the train makes its run along the line at each stop, a few more people exit the car At first, the train remains mostly full it still has a long way to go For the longest time, [...]

Day of the crescent moon (A poem)

Impressions and images from a Sunday afternoon, written quickly… Thumbnail in the sky beginning to melt Wingspans bloodied by evil scarred-over mistakes a long time coming Episodic ambitions carry over but never complete The second half is blanketed by clouds fit within a frame Scratches and scales points of vitae vis Arrangements fall out of [...]