Chapters
One house had hooks and stairs. Sharp corners and forest. This house is smooth, considerate, and many-plugged. Cats, exploring, find concrete caves down a flight. Loud laundry in the kitchen, … Continue Reading Chapters
The day before winter
A walk, shortened, in October bluster. Black branches flailing shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. Escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. Carpet the catwalks. Stick to … Continue Reading The day before winter
Something to chew on
A troubling fall Undone esteem A mother’s pall informs the dream. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/designdrawartes-8580564/
Shrinking violet
Being too-long hesitantto mount the stepsmakes one grow slipper-bound,complacent in regret’s denial.Greenish in huefrom watching the passers-by take to flight. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/geralt-9301/
In plain sight
~It wasn’t like you see in the movies, with large looming ships and lizard people, or elusive saucers seen in the corners of your eye. They were here all the … Continue Reading In plain sight
sunroom
Originally posted on Within A Forest Dark:
Sunroom: Sunlight streaming through vertical blinds by Steve Garner, flickr At exactly 7:44 a.m. the sun rises above the line of covered garages…
Somehow Dawn — O at the Edges
Somehow Dawn I don’t know what to say. Or how. Feeling that I am on the upslope, not close. Not wrong. I want to be that hollowed space in the … Continue Reading Somehow Dawn — O at the Edges
Shut in
From the outside, a look through my window would show a room deeply darkened to a purpose. A face faintly strobe-lit in glints of grey. There are melodies that I … Continue Reading Shut in
An ill wind (haiku)
In this day we lay- the world beset with harpies. Oh, Pandora, why? *** Art by John Williams Waterhouse
His highness
These small merciesought to leaven the days,I know.But the dustbin of me,now,runs on fumesand sees its own dryness.Double-dares the Devilin all of his highness. *** Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
In 1964 my father put the entire family on a plane and we all flew to Washington D.C. It was to be a two week ‘educational’ vacation. I was 13. … Continue Reading Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
Rest uneasy
Fell thee asleep with the lights left on.Apart, hidden safein plain sight, ’til now. When,by green dawn,the dark birds of your dreamscome home, once more, to roost [Image: J. Heiden … Continue Reading Rest uneasy
Lost in the Hours
Available now is my newest collection of poetry. Click here to purchase in eBook or paperback. Well, here we find ourselves again. A place most … Lost in the Hours
A murder
A tongue that tastes too wellA throat that thirsts for the whole bath Ears, unstoppered, gate-crashed and ringing,aghast at the brazen yarns Saucer-eyed at the secret shows Heart-throbbed at the … Continue Reading A murder
Thank you for sharing
By coincidence, I saw something you shared. It was a revelation to me, a gut punch. The things we can’t know… And I wanted to say something, without being trite … Continue Reading Thank you for sharing
Joe’s Diner
You know a Joe. Lots of us do. My Joe, well, he’s got it bad. Back in the day, my Joe was kinda livin’ the Dream. With a nice young … Continue Reading Joe’s Diner
