Now that Light
Has moved to shine on others’ hemispheres I look into nightSeeing the ghosts that sneak a lookAt me from behind treesLike a radiant glow you cannot…
Window‘s Open
Transitional seasonsAre thoseThe windows can be left openTo let air in,The cool enough, warm enough air,Air that carries the sounds of night:Crickets, croaks, coons and coyotes.Coyotes:…
Wondering
Wondering On my knees, my heart releases The weight holding under every beat Like a man grasping for breath In an ocean miles from land, His…
When
The last thread of the braid snaps,Or maybe one or two before the lastThis fact doesn’t matter, Trivial it might beFor what rememberedNot matching what notMeans…
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…
