many eyes see her as a bucket of light thrown over everything ears hear her from the throat of a wooden flute not shaped in this solar...

peace feels deeper in the morning when the sun’s mission is to warm bones and brighten hearts ugly secrets and other confessions awaken...

occasionally walk through the rain without an umbrella uncomfortable mystery is part of the marrow of life and getting wet is not always...

Who is always pulling from behind and what can’t stop pushing ahead? I’m hoping neither yesterday nor tomorrow will bully any time away...

I don’t speak your language but can read your hand when you place it on your heart I hear the muffled screams of your wounded and...

When not enough crashes into never enough in a race suspended without a winner

in the sea of darkness love appears as the smallest star among the billions and billion of others I’m looking through my telescope on a...

almost 4:15pm I’ve done many things but written a poem today eyeing the TV remote I think of those corn puffs hand on an icy root beer...

Marco steps from the forest twigs hitched to his long brown overcoat two filthy towels spill from his backpack folded white paper jams...

humidity steams the horizon heat ripples the mountains crow’s tongues hang loosed from complaint under a shriveled tree the lowest caste...

there are breezes that caress the mind storms that bend faith gales where your praying arrows become friendly fire that wounds your...

water is life as we sail along a river generally aware of where we’re headed when a thunderstorm suddenly hits tosses us around maybe...

there are days when it feels like goodness has been abandoned and pushed into hopeless piles and the sleeping snakes inside everyone rise...

becomes a warm gray sky blanket which leaks drops into the pool where the pool crawler has halted its bottom-feeding of debris six...

the cost of patience? with a nickel still in hand you’re on your fifth dime

hope is like green leaves it hinges on the season the kindness of wind

you say leave me alone just don’t make it too long because alone becomes lonely when the “a” decides to leave too

Many are happy to tell you how much they know Few will polish and publicly display their idiot trophies I enjoy issues no language can...

Seems around our fourth day apart my voice hits an awkward octave some offkey pause when a cold flame licks the back of my throat and I...

sometimes I walk by and the door is wide open other times it takes a routine jiggling of the knob or knocking on the cracks in the frame...