Peaches - you’ve got my number! smart enough to catch my jokes before they reach you and fling them to the ground I bet you’re having a...

I imagine it’s cooler up there in the wake of that red-tailed hawk even cooler higher where vultures wheel in perfect orbits here on...

bats don’t see the schools of rising insects but do hear the dinner bell of dusk then a feeding frenzy of sharp banks and deadly turns...

save those sticky notes your autobiography in faded shorthand

My car door sure closes with a confident click I think as my left-hand high grips the wheel and the right turns the key I skim past the...

my husband greets me in the bathroom with a toothy smile I feel great today! Well it looks like the bad bones of an old bird must be...

three feet of dreadlocks come out swinging the polite young man stops takeout in one hand holds the door for us with the other inside ...

I step out and think I hear the trees talking or maybe that’s the wheezy exchange of hot air through their stomas yeah probably not...

my husband’s silk flowers colorfully clustered around our backyard jungle sicken me a little like people that I pass on my morning walk...

should be simple direct they need to be no flushing them out of a bush no deep-diving metaphors or high-flying similes no secrets in...

many things take flight how did the fly get its name? must have been the first

poems have endless days off retired after written done then done rare the few called to duty at civic occasions or discovered on scratch...

I love old parks with cave-like shadows from towering trees etched with affection that looks like “JB loves AZ” with a heart around it...

the dog you just washed seems triggered to run off and roll in the dust run through the mud or dig a hole under a prickery bush I think...

best not to imagine ten years from now and if I get there ten years after that I’m sure the backache the left foot’s neuropathy right...

poem read each student sits silent but only on the outside around the table critiques word tips shape shift a stanza reshuffled and...

a retired astronomer once asked me and every time I see him now his smile practically begs “Would you write a poem about the stars?” Well ...

the one you get spoken out of the mouths of others or read what they’ve written and that which your own eyes ears and nose feed you you...

how about the dull half-stick of butter in the back of the frig? praise to its first delicious swallow with Christmas brown bread and its...

handing out home grown mangoes always gives my image a nice boost and what did I do to deserve the glow in their faces those breathy...