Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

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…