Another Rockland Boulder’s Game
Bottom of the 11th during a game with several lead changes. The Boulders manage to load the bases, but there are two outs—including a strikeout of the batter that tied up the game in...
Category: Poetry
First Contact
Lynn’s “a” looks like mine. I hesitate for a second, pray, then open the envelop. Inside lies a folded card with artwork from the Met. Her handwritten message—written right-side to left—begins by thanking me...
Mirror and Reflection
Poem Mirror and reflection of the good and the bad In this world, which is so falsely clad. What you see, and what you hear, might not be the truth in the rear....
Added Layers
We are all lonely in our thoughts Holding on with hands and smiles Making plans to give away our time With those that can give us theirs We are all more than what they...
Don’t Even (Try It)
Sprint ahead and rattle a few cages You’ll get more than bargained for At first glance parakeets only Appear to be uncomfortable Really they appreciate the Break in time sliding both its Hands up...
A Different View
With hawk-eye precision, I view from above within and without myself. When removed and looking down at this crazy, sublime thing called life, What do I know? What do I really, really know? I...
“Sneaky Frankie, Tricky Frankie,”
I didn’t see what he took out of the ‘frig. I only found out after I saw his PB & J sandwiches. Waves of Reddi-Whip covered the top of each. lunch in the shade...
Ex-Girlfriend
Free Form Poetry Something you take for granted Shines brighter on someone else’s doorstep Makes you want to get it back The light dims — you’re fooled. The party sounds tap your feet,...
A Corner In Me
Poem About Life Swirling through the streams of my blood, there was a deep voice that struck. Numbered breaths of smoke and lust, Numbered breaths of fresh, green crust. Numbered things under money’s...
Sing My Song
Rebellion Poems Maps crisscrossed on my palms Of faraway places I’ve never been Imagine beginnings with every dawn Imagine a wold you haven’t seen You say home is the sweetest place Four wall...
Foretaste of Fall
It’s cool this morning. The maple beside the deck still holds a canopy of lush, verdant leaves. The Pygmy Chinese maple offers no hint of any loss. The lawn is as green—and overgrown—as ever....
