Troubling Times
Turning the channel, observing the news I hear Tragedies, desperations forming plenty of fear Folks losing jobs, can’t make ends meet Living carries a price that’s above people’s reach This economy plagues only uncertainty...
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The Golden String
He took a big needle, put the string in the eye of the needle gently, almost petting the needle. There there, he said now we are ready. He took their skin between his fingers...
The Problem Is
The problem is that we’ve let it drift. When you leave Love to the moon-eyed It will always go wrong in the end. The ones with mist about their bones Who let their thoughts...
Atlantic Alternatives
Haibun Poetry In another life, I’m too late. My son Frankie and his cousin Mia swim out too far. The waves at Robert Moses State Park swallow them. I cry out. They can’t...
The Rite (I/III)
It remains immediate like fresh abrasion – the night yowls of rage crashed at us. I raced the stairs to find her retracting defiantly, as you stomped forward, two bulls bellowing wrath at the...
Untitled – One Drive
I am tongue-tied Also loving Also loving times saved (How many?) Many more times to be saved Lastly, that love on the desk Begging to moan Begging (How many?) Stripes earned Also loving Oh-so...
Protected Occupations
It began because it was easy. Everyone tries to tell you that your heart and your mind will always be at war, but if they somehow sync up, don’t question it. Just go. Be...
Dreams (II)
In my dreams I search for the perfect place. Solitary, bright peaceful and vibrant. In my dreams there are many endless roads from which I can see prospective comfort. In my dreams I know...
