Month: September 2018

A petty theft

There was a Polaroid of me From nineteen sixty eight Hair down to shoulders Lennon mutton chops Puffing a dubious cigarette Unearthed years later In a shoebox of fading photographs Funny…I had lectured my only son On the evils of booze and dope And, of course, He was the finder And the keeper (I learned) […]


Alright, now.

the knives are hung, edges pointing east. silver in slots, just so. pick up cat kibble, back in the bowl, not wasting. park to one side in the six car driveway just in case (you never know) those small sheets of paper towel you can tear them in half again did you know? don’t turn […]