snorers are braggarts they say to the sleepless I can even hum a tune while I do it

the squeal of rubber rips the silence as a fast driver carves up the invisible night with an extended tortured note and skid marks when...

walking out my front door I’m assaulted by the awful stink of thousands of mango blossoms but oh what a miracle when they morph into...

look up some evening past the curiosity of night beyond the moon’s stare to the distant stars some that shine brightly here are cold...

we all cherish tapestries of moments that soar human kindnesses that create sunlight textures of existence free for the taking beyond...

she's left the house spotless once again and once again I’m struggling to dust off her common sense and where she hid my favorite water...

his mange is covered with her love and a blanket half a lip drips saliva both eyes glow dead white she carries him her feet are his but I...

Do my Monday ones reek of eulogies to days just died? Funeralistic in their recollections weighted to the struggling days ahead. Where...

or are they tender and yielding? victims to bruise and scratch to scald and laceration to sheared corners of tenderness each time a loved...

first water lily of the season rises from the pond bed of rotting winter and splashes spring into its eye bud to shake off the bad dream...

it’s not gonna rain or shine today like so many other days ever notice how often gray waits for you to make the first move? do something...

critiquing poetry was like a bread and water evening alone in my room creating an eraser-weary four pages of pronoun shuffle and word...

your senses like barn-weary horses sometimes need to stretch in a fresh wind and take you on a ride through fresh pasture and free the...

whatever you write make it anything but insignificant scratch or a tiny bruise or words that merely chafe the soul of a reader a poem...

it made the puddle nervous to hear a house sparrow announce the day’s forecast with such gusto

she slithers down the mountain spreading her mouth wide inhaling the glistening dew of shadows exhaling a breath of pink warming to...

cricket in the unused bathroom echoes good company but after 5 days it’s loud with loneliness

A few escape A few are let go A few are reeled in and served on this plate here Occasionally there are magnificent radiant creatures that...

I have always been driven to understand life not to shovel or excavate but strip mine it with questions like why do affairs of the heart...

so don’t tell me that with one out and the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth and protecting a one run lead if a Black Lives Matter...