Lost and Found
Poem Boots are covered high in mud Wind running into my skin Break it down to all that’s bare I’m looking for a story to be told Running away from those episodes Words...
Category: Poetry
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eleven
Haibun Eleventh Day: August 28, 2013 Mira and I walk resort trails. We pass a bears and berries walk up the road to Notchville Park, heading toward the reservoir. Blue, plastic maple syrup sap...
The Ocean And I At The End Of The World
Poem I was there- where the sand starts to spill over, My toes splayed out across the cold tar, The marram grass combing the sky in riots. I was there with the sea in...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Ten
Haibun Tenth Day: August 27, 2013 We’re in a booth at 158 Main. Mira’s first cup of coffee is so full that she can’t add milk. Our breakfast arrives. My first bite of pancake...
A Last Chance Or None At All
Poem The end walked whistling by, under the shinning sun. It had got tired of all the hue and cry, was going for a sun burn. The water in the rivers had died, and...
I Wrote This While Waiting For You
Poem Even if I could ever write a poem that summarized all the minor chords lines In all the themes songs from all the movies we ever loved I’d still think That one Bonnie...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Nine
Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...
Life and Death
Poem Life and Death The two facets of being. Each very different and similar living. Life and Death. The two faces of one coin, which shines through each and every mind Scanning and...
If You Think You Can Fly
Poem At this height the attempt to tempt fate and take flight is tempting, but once you’re descending it’s too late to think twice. I feel like spreading my wings and giving in to...
Happiness – Part One
Poem The years in my life resided Time was still, but took me quickly Strived to enjoy what was fertilized. Showing signs of a brisk wick. I see little remains to glare facing my...
