The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Category: Life
for birds in a time of plague
how can i write about the plague when syrup-seeking silver-eyes flit for aphids, rich in honey-dew should i mention the …
The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one …
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 …
Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of …
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 …
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 …
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 …