I walk a flowered path stop at the front door and knock someone’s peering out the peephole a shadow blocks its light but I’m not...

I’ve really no business writing this except to wonder how divorce by death feels our thirty years together defined by everything shared...

while Israel plays the cat’s fury with the spit of rockets and paws of tanks Hamas is the chased mouse running through the living rooms...

most don’t we carry a full docket of activities and struggle to find time to pay for them so when you acquire some you have options...

have kids when you’re young dogs when you’re older enjoy your meat and potatoes with a few forced vegetables and take a break then fork...

before flying they skedaddle a blur of skinny legs but unlike a fast typist blazing over the keyboard for a deadline document they move...

morning awakens much later now adjusts her eyes to chilly shadows so slow to get up and stand while the sun dips lower as she starts to...

all that remorse I left behind in black nights some still appear in the gray of dusk or dawn but I’ll take the life I have now put me in...

waterfall no wind warm sun dressed in blue one white cloud late afternoon Sunday I sit by the pool it bubbles to a stop a mosquito...

poetry does nothing for the starving so wouldn’t it be nice if paper was edible and words were herbs stirred into stanzas and with one...

the reading toilet where rear-ends can’t understand that other business

butter moon rises where the sun does each morning eagle then nighthawk

the poetry of war is what lies on the floor of a butcher shop a gruesome red scene torn lives in rat-sized pieces the bloody shrapnel of...

my everyday transportation is Saab-like mild-mannered heavily shielded and slow practical for driving thru life for fender benders ...

there are straight lines on the pages of my notebook formal boundaries for the pen of a wild child or a serious scribe but not this poet...

Finally . . . FALL! the head down shuffling season finally relieved of its scalding brand of fire though a few leaves dare show color...

the man that abused my life savings pushed it around cheated it wounded it and left it to die as he did I hated him in the hard world but...

burgers and fries pizza hot dogs nachos and burritos ice cream sundaes hand-crafted cookies as our lives together become a bit too...

midafternoon and so far I’ve had rooibos third eye chai a brewed cacao from Ghana and two Chinese greens tea all dug out from the...

happy like a dog in a good home home like a pleasant spring morning each morning like an expected promise a promise like what teases...