Month: August 2017

I remember radios with tubes and Cokes for a nickel and the smell the smell of the times The smell of oil in the gas station The dusty smell of the old store and all of those places and we wish we had a picture, but we were in too much of a hurry. Do … Read more…

“Wherefore my rhymes oft decorate the page, When others ’round, this virtue e’er forsake? Wherefore past giants of this noble art Employ this modus in their grandest works?” … “Or is it anything a writer pens, With rhythm, rhyme, and context undefined? Dear reader, now your choice is icy clear; The pow’r is yours to … Read more…

(sometimes it takes an emotional blast to reopen the right side of the brain fortunate sometimes they start slow then grown hang on with your teeth) seeing yourself in another’s eyes from, sometimes, we need to hide o eyes tortured embarrassed angry fiery in both hate and love divine both o humor god and who … Read more…

Wordplay you say was it play then was it the trees then the trees and the wind and the child playing among the roots in the dirt in the dirt in the, no, in the wind. Do all the yesterdays go back as far as all the tomorrows go forward forward forever and backward backward … Read more…

I have no whores with broken heels to write about. I am not famous among the flop houses. I did not spend last night or last year on the street or in some roach infested place which would mean so much in a modern poem. I have not drunk myself to sleep. I am not … Read more…

He lived in a small house beside the river. We would only see him on the road, riding a bicycle with a small motor, an eccentric loner puttering by on that cycle. He didn’t drink, caused no trouble it seems, we kids didn’t really know him except for the motorized bicycle and the river. I … Read more…

Sad day what to say but sad day it didn’t rain the news was bad an aside in an email a phone call a someone. The headline reads “Love Triggers Regret.” as I sing my sad team song “Shoulda and Coulda and Woulda, they all get better at the end.” Oh regret you can pick … Read more…

Nursing home Clean white dry sheets every day now. There are the memories of another place another time wet sheets every day bladder infection kidney failure. No don’t think about it, he says. The bed pan persons are doing the job as important as the doctors as the nurses totally un heralded There is a … Read more…

my constitution is killing me I know enough to care about the lead in the water or in the air somebody mistook their freedom for a license we should just be fair everybody complains about the water but just wait until it’s gone everybody complains about their life but just wait until it’s gone they … Read more…

I watch them Trotting slowly On the road less traveled Four white horses Looking at Not Me Seeing me not In my parallel universe. But I see them. I slow Watching them Their road Trying to guess Their secrets And why they glow. I have no glow. It’s all a blur Here on the superhighway … Read more…