Porcelain Manger
November Last time I stuffed a turkeyyou were sucking a burnt pinkyconfiding secrets about Uncle Carland reminding me of the importance of a well-bleached sink. Ifinstead of sleeping in a Red River cemeteryyou …
Category: . Pensive
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 …
Pepito at Peace
The Nationalists nevermarched down Calle Margaritaeven when they took Caranqueno fascist boottouched these stones. Pepito sits on a white flat rock,elbow of his flannel shirt torn, both kneespatched in black. …
Lord Owen
Lord Owen lay in far Cathay Upon a spread of faded red With open eyes that didn’t see The smoke-clad snakes of ebony That coiled above his bed, For he …