Author: admin

I’ve never been one to complain, I would just swallow up rope and let my stomach receive the knots.

an old dowager pushing
her walker as if the next
step might just be her last.

When we have fooled with trinkets of life too long—
God takes us back unconditionally—

As he gropes
For higher frequency
On the radio
The crucifix turned
Toward the wall

this is no longer a poem
about bowling
or about the town
I grew up in

He had a profile made to cleave the wind,
eyes that burned a hole in any guile,
cruel lips that so carelessly sinned
even while curled around an easy smile

While you grew despondent And lost all faith in me I slept, unaware Or maybe only in denial When the end came It was like being betrayed to my enemies I was jarred awake And forced to face the truth of it I am as twisted as the...

Head in hands resting
on elbows propped on knees
of long legs
crossed on meditative ground.
A moment of departure
travels toward a destination

ever notice about holding on
that you’re less secure
less sure-footed

They are like words
in search of a poem
no one wants to write.