Blustery (a poem)

. 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 [...]

Is it love, loneliness, or the feeling that I may have made the wrong decision? (a poem)

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 [...]

Week 4/Day 4. The Rotten (a poem)

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 [...]