Where can they fold up wings so every drop and the drop’s shrapnel misses? How do they avoid fat hidden drips waiting to ruin a sunny...

let a tired heart sleep in or a lazy heart do nothing or a bored heart try something new be a little delinquent hang out with the boys...

aging is not only the narrowing of arteries with all the sad and funny fat things one leaves behind it’s also those whose hearts stopped...

there’s always a poem waiting in a crack of night as there are many hidden in the light of day you know one’s there you can feel it...

bodies tumble out car doors the large and small contents of two families both moms say wait for us kids burn the grass one jumps on a...

the snowy beard that hides the cold deep voice that frames the ice blue eyes your red-cheeked January shivers inside a white blanket...

I stare at his crossed bronzed arms the tarnished face of no emotion each shoulder a smooth boulder and between them a waterfall beard...

when I don’t put a feeling under a microscope roll the knob back and forth and hypothesize about it’s place in my world though these...

have you ever heard a single bird sing “I never want to fall in love again”? the 360-degree broadcast of intent the purity of tone and...

as Covid embezzles breath from my stockpile I’m locked down on a sofa inhaling a trickle of words with the occasional sneeze of slimy...

could stand at my kitchen window see the sun’s yellow rays knife though the naked mesquite tree bend around the mango blossoms feel them...

under the porch light a rat completes a full stretch busy night ahead