How can you remain so starlike, even through this sorry strife? You show here each day, and give things away. A funny word, a pun or two, a walk with … Continue Reading Lightheart
I would tellwhat percolates within me,but it’s not grand enoughfor a pauper’s poem.The thing that rises from the breast,reddening the earsand brewing these tears.But I stay shut,and quit of speech.Held … Continue Reading No regrets
When you look at me, sometimes it’s very odd. I feel as if you are seeing something that I don’t yet know. Figuring the future. Got it down pat. But … Continue Reading Butterfly
Here is a Book of Faces of a nobler sort. Each one (that can be seen), beautiful in some way. If we but read between the lines, we can divine … Continue Reading Twitter
We were nine. I believed everything you said. Touching a toad gave you warts. Step on a crack, you break your mother’s back. Kill a spider and it rains. We … Continue Reading Puppers
Dearest Eve- When you are born, may you grow in sacrificial love. May you bathe in the galloping days, take the hand of many, and rejoice in that which is … Continue Reading Adamless Eve
Each of us wanted safety.Father, from trouble’s horde.Mother, from father.We chickens, from the storm. All of us were running,and love was hard pressed to keep up.Adolescence held confusion, guilt,and strange … Continue Reading Hurry hard
So many, here, write words of love. Words of yearn, longing and lonely. Are they for one who is here, or has left and cannot come home? For one who … Continue Reading In here
That polaroid. Buddy was going through his shoebox of old photos, dealing them out like cards on the coffee table. I was stunned, but faked disinterest. The party drifted to … Continue Reading The face in the shoebox
I will want my eyes open if I can, when it happens. Don’t stay if it’s too hard. But if you do, you might see, in my dry eyes, a … Continue Reading The stairs, the stars
Hey.. What’s in that bag you drag? I have a box of my own. It’s well known to me. So, what do you think is fair? Rock, paper, scissors, the … Continue Reading YYZ
Suppose you could take me with you. Into this, your shiny time of smiling at the sun, of feeling the quickening of love’s stirrings. Of planning without the thought of … Continue Reading Happy days are here again
In you, I have dreamt a glowering cloud bank lowering to feather the fields. Gloving the lava sun that waits to cure the purchased rain. In you.
Were I able to paint or draw,and had not seen you,even for a year,I would find joy in the task,and have at it until I waswell and truly spatteredwith remembered … Continue Reading From memory
I know why you couldn’t shave anymoreI used to think that you couldbut needed to be touchedI think, now, that something told you“What’s the use?”and you agreedand your hands and … Continue Reading Quakers
Why’d you lead me into corn-stubbled hills? This mind of mine swirls with overthink. Come on, old man. We’re supposed to be waiting by the highway for that Buick to … Continue Reading A dream Dad, a burning yearn.