July 31, 2015

run down
by a passing car
my shadow
leans into traffic

July 30, 2015

fading mist
the drizzle of sugar
into my tea

cattails, May 2015

July 29, 2015

the weight I swore
I'd never gain again
full moon

A Hundred Gourds, Mar 2015

July 28, 2015

a wallet full
of club card points
I count
the riches
I haven't yet redeemed

Bamboo Hut, Volume 2, issue 1

July 27, 2015

the shape of the wind
her hair

Frogpond 38.2

July 25, 2015

into the puddle
without a splash

hedgerow 30

July 23, 2015

bent over
too many steps
my shadow

A Hundred Gourds, June 2015

July 22, 2015

the robin dips
below the fence

hedgerow 24

July 21, 2015

through the target
shadow boxer

A Hundred Gourds, Dec 2014

July 20, 2015

at the end
of a long night
of blues
Lucille still
whispering in my ear

- for B.B. King

Undertow 6

July 19, 2015

I empty my bucket

Prune Juice, Mar 2015

July 18, 2015

his sadness spread
blues jam

Prune Juice, Nov 2014

July 16, 2015

irish pub
our accents
grow thicker

tinywords 14.2

July 15, 2015

the length
of my headlights
country road

hedgerow 30

July 14, 2015


A Hundred Gourds, June 2015

July 12, 2015

children's zoo
the first exhibit
my kids

cattails Jan 2015, Editor's Choice

July 11, 2015

as the falling
her masterpiece
in sidewalk chalk

Undertow 5

July 10, 2015

only my
imagination stirs
night winds

cattails, Jan 2015

July 09, 2015

unable to shake
last night's dream
day moon

July 08, 2015

all I caught
was the bush behind me
and the ire
of my father snipping
down another hook

Bright Stars 3

July 07, 2015

on the driveway
my anger

divided highway
we don't speak
for hours

no where
else to go
guilt trip

driving home
with one headlight
evening sun

lemon gin
the sun sets
earlier today

July 04, 2015

across my fingers
the ink I thought
would become
my best poem


I stand my ground
against the wasp
the courage I want
my kids to learn


the way
she carries another
man's scent
I'm still unaccustomed
to my new deodorant


the reflection
from the puddle
I stepped in
was carried away
through a hole in my boot


each snowflake
melts in my hand
but I can't
catch enough to
keep my sidewalk clean
in her sunglasses
my confidence


exercise bike
the damned thing
just sits there


lemon gin
the sun sets
earlier today


I empty my bucket


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