A hundred hearts
If I had a hundred hearts, I’d give them all to you, And if I had a hundred more, They’d …
Christmas Cards
everyone just everyone there could possibly be on every kind of chair there possibly was (if they were lucky) or …
Torsional Cartography
Doodle meander lines for a new island. Indent harbors and jut peninsulas with a bend of your pen. Snake waterways …
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[ I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep. ]
I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep.
The winter melt had long since gone (the waters were not deep)
Yet Autumn’s early frost had rimed the trickling river’s tears.
Engulfed in such as this all other thinking disappears.
Fatherhood
You came to me a welcome thief, I have no one to blame. I held a foolish, firm belief that …
No falling tears
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
Ivory Keys and Silent Pleas
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
The Politics of Fishing
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …