Though…

Though I am picking the winter season’s horse shitAnd putting it in the green wheelbarrowEverything depends on this moment. I don’t want to forget it, the…

This wind

This wind would take me a fraction of way backTo Kansas. A place maybe I’d never be butFor what it represents. You know, home, home. (No)Place](.)[Like{It.}Reality:…

Should

Should I collect each patron and spatter their wordsSeeming to tale the tells of individuals Walking and sitting and crowding the spaceWe vacated past. A year…

Second

SecondThe second spring since my birth bears down meThe grasses still parched brown and tanEchoes of green peeking through the hayI am beginning to find words…

And so…

And soThe quiter quits quiting finding the kickKicked him back to the place he meant to beSo he went, a begrudged child, pouter, and manBecame man,…

My Breath

My breathSeems to come slower these daysAs if it felt unneeded or, perhaps,Unwanted. Like awakening at nightBy the moment of day that stuckFeeling like a burr…

Freeze, a poem

Relents, at last. So many cold days.So many colder nights.The spigot wrapped In a maroon hand towelTo keep from freezing. Relented, the air melts into a…

Winter

WinterWinter so cold, winter so white The world lacks depth when I driveWhen I back the SUV, I cannot seeWhat I run over, hope it to…

Moon

Moon, I have made up my mind, from where I standI can just jump into youAnd so I will, catch me, MoonCatch me.The snow will pop…

And sat down beside her… )a poem(

Poets, call themselves Honest. Viewers. Observers. Watchers, Poets are. They give meaning to Miss Spider who scares The curds out of Muffet, who runs away…