November 1, 2019

For my mother

Irish laughter, breaking glass,

and where you are now. Perhaps 

in this book?

In the words ‘a figure

glided quietly from 

bed to bed,

smoothing a blanket,

settling a pillow,’ 

every night

naming each of us

in your prayers? About

4:36 AM, I see you on my couch.

A firef...

November 1, 2019

observe with hungry wolf eyes,

          surveil.      interrogate.

bolt upright     3am

experience

         smell | see | taste | touch | hear

process.     absorb.      note.

insight inform...

November 1, 2019

I never really listened to Third Eye Blind in high school or college. 

They were that band that played in the background at dorm parties and school dances or

on the radio when you were parked at Devereux Beach at night

making out in your girlfriend’s car and the windows

go...

November 1, 2019

“But the turmoil they experience isn’t who they are; the PTSD invades their minds and bodies.” 
― Robert Koger, Death's Revenge

I wish I could

  tell you how

they loved

before the war,

farm girl farm boy,

how they believed

in cows and hogs,

and children to 

work the farm,

a...

October 3, 2019


Some think Picasso a star, so go for him, or it could be Leonardo who made Mona Lisa smirk in his famous work, perhaps Banksy, as popular as pizza, or Michelangelo, his Sistine ceiling aglow, or Monet who gilded his canvases with lilies.  You might give a whoop for An...

October 3, 2019

Larry pushed the dice aside, grabbed

the handle of the empty pitcher, cursed

his bad luck and my good: his turn to buy.

Along the bar mostly locals: two ex-G.I.

college types, Scott the local print shop

owner, Jody in her tight hip-huggers,

same as always pool ball clatter;

I...

October 3, 2019

Ash of mountain

Silt river bed in toes

Rain pelting my bare back

I emerge from jungle

Bright light, orange glow

Thick air chokes

Unable to speak 

My eyes blink, water

Voice vacant

Uncontrolled burn

Charred vocal chords

on tape, language stolen by fire

Museum aflame

Heritage lost in...

October 3, 2019

What if I’m so fat I won’t fit through the door?

Will they still like me?

I lost 35 pounds

on Dr. Frank’s protein-sparing liquid fast.

On my way to the ladies’ room

I hear Now, Susanne, she’s lost a lot of weight…

catch the culprit’s eye.

The group shuffles, grins

changes the...

October 3, 2019

Hitting a snooze button

an archaic term, like hanging up or

alack, alee, alow, amain, anent, anon

Freaking-A, Lord, gramercy.

Torturing the dog in order

to trim his nails

buying and applying eye cream,

writing vomit describing cat shit

to my wife, contributing nothing

to anythi...

October 3, 2019

Sonoma   

light rotates

morning to noon

olive branches sway

meatheads in the pool

drink vodka lemonade

bees work the lavender

the wind drops

American flags 

shrug and go limp

children wrinkle

in chlorine

summer moves on

super-moon rises

over rows of grape vines

sign of a good ye...

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