my life has become . . . well imagine a horse retired from the racetrack Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays bring the best feed with...

you know that season when the heater first kicks on the burning dust smell

sleep like a baby wake up and you’re five get up and you’re seventy-five still in the gentle breath eyelids softly pressed are the...

a bird in mid-flight the poem I want to write waits in a tall tree

some stories that circled the table still lay in my mind like the untouched hors d’oeuvres Myles’s selling 22 pairs of shoes to James...

I listen to the chimes in the night breeze outside our window as if they translate a story the wind is telling sad frail surrendered...

we get old one broken bolt and worn hinge at a time never noticed until we see the roof sag or find a door that won’t close one pipe that...

wouldn’t be so bad to be a dust particle see the world for free

I’ve noticed empathy is like water it can start as a steamy sigh who’s vapor coalesces into clouds which release and soak everything and...

it’s become such a trite old dictum - love yourself before that a mirror is only for grooming afterwards a unique view of all that you...

a colorless painting of words a story shortened for the inattentive bad breath from a front row barker the tour you pray is not a waste...

Well I bet I’d investigate red to the same degree I’ve done with earthly greens and blues explore the silence of crimson craters...

a bear was used to being nibbled while sleeping but one mouse took such a big bite that he awoke to blood the beast roared and started to...

for that childhood creek spilling out the neighbor’s pond and hidden under the rocks - crayfish and tadpoles silver minnows with big eyes...

there’s a crab in the lobster tank my nostrils steam the glass as we eye each other I tap on the transparency like I gently would a...

imagine a quarter moon strung between two nodding palm trees shadows spreading like spilled ink while bats whirl like gusted leaves...

pour a drink, sit down take a long breath and open it the credit card bill

I’ve noticed empathy is like water its vapor coalesces in clouds which release and soak everything that in time vanish without a trace...

what light reveals shadows hide where one speaks plainly the other keeps secrets if one is clear the other questionable when each...

are there other poets on other planets looking up at other moons that wax and wane like love? other creatures with lovers and others...