An Oath & A Toast

OATH I don’t want my poems in some poetry ghetto. I want them scattered like jonquils here and there along the highways or in municipal parks. I want them free as curry recipes at market checkouts. I don’t care where they wind up! They are not written with academics in mind. They’re written for...the homeless …

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One by one

one by one they tumble down the one-armed nonpareils - reaching heavenward to no avail - looking like webbed feet, fans or tiny bells - but none has a parachute to alter fate or slow his fall. Late or soon we all must know some similar spiral descent to dust. Will we cry out, arms …

A Sense of Play

My boots scrunch homeward in      the haze of December's blue light.      The smell of cocoa beckons from somewhere      through the poplars - shivering honor guard      bending inwards high above the lane.      On either side of us, summer's green fields      sleep safely, defended against …

Envy

She’s sidling up to me like some mutt-spaniel you know, the kind that shivers alot and nips for no reason she’s even dared to let her crooked pinkey reach the hairs on my forearm - I just don’t know how you do it, she wimpers rolling her eyes and sucking her lower lip In the place …

Time & Tides

At ten miles it’s barely a tingle but you begin to smell it metallic – and each mile closer the air seems cooler, denser, and you rush to strip once you are out of the car and race accross the hot sand sinking harder the faster you try to run until you can sail the …