Observations from this morning. The seagull army is out in force five to a streetlamp The old man by the mailboxes goes to pick up the paper bag he tossed to the ground He thinks better and walks away (23 November 2020) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order from your favorite local bookstore. [...]
This is not necessarily political, but I still have been watching too much news lately. Not yay or nay but merely present Attention wanders for a year or two and change It turns up when it needs to be paid then disappears when the meter has been fed No desire No substitutions No lasting consequence [...]
The holidays and the end of the year are shortly upon us, yet the United States Congress has taken no further action to provide assistance to the citizens they supposedly represent. In fact, if I understand correctly, they are about to break for the holidays. Either way, it seems they are currently not working on [...]
. She may not be the photograph I’m seeing I tend to see faces in places where they don’t belong When the wind rips the screen apart I pick up the scraps and sigh (17 November 2020) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order from your favorite local bookstore. IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they [...]
This has nothing to do with me. A tired smile beneath sad eyes Colours. Muted. Brambles would not be out of place in the distance somewhere out of focus resigned to a lost summer memory Medicine drips slowly into the vein healing poison an antidote? A description of a moment chastened by gravity unspoken felt [...]
Thinking about the ways I think sometimes. You know, I might have imagined something like that had my imagination not decided to hold out for a better offer Instead, I hold every regret a little closer than before in hopes that something will change Some things never change — I may have wanted to say [...]
The first decent poem I have written for a few days.. …si c’est bon Her silhouette at the open window Letters reversed in the mirror I cannot send them like this The promenade sentimentale of a blue French afternoon mixes with the grey of a sky waiting to rain I have a light on in [...]
My poem for the final Sunday meditation prompt of the online retreat. Of all the long hot summers passed me by this is the one I can’t reconcile Backs turned, looking down the path an empty road, maybe a leaf blown by the breeze No footsteps The signs of life are few but for the [...]
This is my fifth poem of week four of the online retreat. The New York Times crossword puzzle lives to humiliate me It starts me out easy on Monday morning lulling me into a sense of complacency by Friday, I can barely get a word in cross-wise My seven-week stretch of successful Mondays curries no [...]
This is my fourth poem of week four of the online retreat. Anymore, the subject believes his own press and assumes his once radical stance justifies the new orthodoxy The rotted past meets the rotting present the rotten join hands and breathe deep Plastic cups litter the grounds a puddle of purple forms beneath the [...]
