I went to look for poetry
I went to look for poetrybeneath the midnight moonout where the potholes pocked the road,and spotted a raccoon. He’d torn a dumpster open widelike caught and gutted prey,and two green …
Category: Life
Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of things to cry with my kind in joy and pain,gasp with …
It’s Hard to Explain
Ants will visit every feast.If the potato salad has mustard and sweet pickles,I can put up with crawlers.And if I can have melody and rhythm,I’ll deal with some noise.Clouds’ soft, …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We knew each other’s past.She spoke my truthin wistful lineswithin her …
The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed by hours no longer counted in his universe. Yet hesitantly …