Barton Orchard Experience
A smooth trip to Barton Orchard in Poughquag, NY—until the last 2 miles. A long, stop-and-go line of traffic behind an inspecting sheriff at a T-junction stalls our progress before our last turn. Summer-esque...
Category: Poetry
Running In The Dark
Poem There are no stars tonight To hang above our thoughts Clouded are our passages Like the light of the moon Am I running away or toward Dangers of an unchosen life I...
First Slam
“Frank, are you ready?” “Yes.” “Give it up for Frank!” Applause. Kelly yells, “alright, Frank!” I walk up the aisle to the stage. Face the audience of fellow poets and slammers; six judges; Bill,...
And the Spring Finally Came
The choir was singing to your dumb victory raising prayers screaming out loud worshiping your figure. You tart, human exposure of nullity and mediocrity. The song turned around you like a snake it smelled...
Mandy Knows – Part One
Mandy knew And she always did her best. The best that she could do. Thoughtful at school Kind on the playground Sat in the circle Sat on the ground. She sat crossed-legged Without a...
What Are You Entitled To?
Read me a bed time story from end to beginning how the last time anyone ever Said “shine” and then fade was before the book was slammed closed higher octaves, lower tolerance better skin,...
Under the Surface
Poem Under my covers Dreaming of things I have never seen Tossing and turning Wandering and wondering Until that time I woke From the black and white to a place full of colour...
A Get-together
Michelle drops her son off at our house earlier than expected. Matthew joins us at the kitchen table as we finish dinner. Mira defrosts and then reheats the leftover Ziti his mother brought. Frankie...
Summer’s End
Poem Somersaults in overalls Tastes like summer Rock salt on your Birkenstocks As the birds revolve I can’t help but hum along and wonder I’m pushing twice as hard Barely moved at all The...
The Breath of Life
Poem I don’t want to live a life that’s shocking Shaking or nerve rattling I want to push myself through an air tube feeling a consistent flow and pressure I want to live...
Running Water
Poem The running waters of the past remind me of my future home. There, over there, near the river, among the trees I’ll walk alone. Alone but not afraid nor abandoned. I’ll know no...
