heat pours out the vents washer and dryer rumble in swishes and tumbles and the coffee gods are exhaling in warm fragrant breaths I write...

the morning after drinks and appetizers I see the crushed cracker on the corner of the carpet was it from nervous hunger and they just...

lugging a mortar through the fog and naked trees winter in Ukraine

finding my first pussywillow probably won’t match your first moment with yours six years old    colorless March day    upstate New York I...

as I introduced three new koi into my city of goldfish I noticed one of mine drift closer at first   nonchalant   like we would eyes...

five ravens are berry-picking the palm tree fruit bunched like grapes hanging heavy off the bent fishing pole of a stem beaks snap the...

I’ve tried to describe this face accepting the warmth of that sun as it plunges deep into this huddled being with the soft agony of...

retirement is the body and mind telling your spirit   relax sit    share the sofa with us but do you really want to do that? that force...

it’s been a few months since loneliness set in the residence in need of fresh air a donation of greenery    cleanup maybe some new...

I used to value silence above speech meditation to the burp of unnecessary words so when I read poems I still lean towards that single...

the same with caring words or fingers brushing skin or food passing lips that need delivery to break a solitary silence and shine a light...

somebody help me - I’m clueless why people prowl in the darkness choose to be raccoonish with a rat’s sneakery and a skunk’s conceit come...

into the fireplace I lay some crumpled newspaper many words worth and light it the flames lick high war crime     whole sectionsabout...

about this time in the afternoon the dogs prick their ears for signs of the mailman while I focus all my senses on the delivery of...

the finger painter of the sky is sloppy    uncommitted to either white or blue    a day of striated clouds how many mornings do we awaken...

that lousy chapter of your life summarized without a word a series of poor results condensed to a single sound the short version of...

I taught him how to toast corn muffins I watch his butter-ladened knife smother the charred surface and watch it disappear solid to...

it’s way past finger pointing lack of respect or backstabbing without apologies or compromise it’s always the other’s fault and now is...

a noun without any adjective a verb without a modifier a subject lacking an object to pal around with maybe worse is to be left alone on...

why pick just one flower to watch slowly drop its petals into smelly water before it all gets tossed? the world is a most unusual...