planted a raspberry bush today with an outlook of a hard life here in the hellish desert she will need our version of assisted living and...

when you’re young isn’t hope an alternate reality that everchanging picture of the person you’d like to be? at my age I can say it’s just...

the smell of basil lingers on my fingers a raspberry on my tongue I’ve been working around the garden and look for a place to rest one...

let’s see if the hamster on the wheel ever met the rat in the maze and joined the salmon headed upriver you’d have my three-headed life...

notice the sun reaches for you in the morning pushes you away in the afternoon first a welcome then a warning everything has two sides...

see my bedroom eyes? kinda sexy don’t you think? it’s time for my nap

I imagine there’s a prison feel to a very long life stuck in a house or room unable to get up and leave when you want warmed-up meals...

the gist of those words helped me become a poet because it’s this get-to-the-point that doesn’t make you wait long to reach the punchline...

the old clock runs slow about three minutes a day if you throw it out you’ll have to throw me out too nostalgia is another word for...

my string cheese trigger can’t get the damn wrapper off cheddar stick meets wall

blackened fields around the city widen the night and something flickers in the smokeless dark twelve months of explosions rocket glare ...

yeah well with microscopic eyes and a bit of digging you could watch roots gather food run them up tributaries that become one great...

I thought gosh is that true? after all my last three poems were about grasshoppers a waterfall and a mango tree maybe they have...

I stop to eye the waterfall absorb the roar and ceaselessness water pounding into water oxygen caught in the crush which makes the...

when it’s young be there for it talk to it touch it encourage it ask what it needs when it’s pale feed it when it’s sad water it...

i notice new light fresh light morning light the curtains of my mind open for the heart still in bed too lazy to love till a shaft of...

out of my husband’s mouth this morning men age into a clown version of themselves perhaps he says that when heads go bald or the hair...

I’m guessing you want more than “Hi” or “How ya doin’?” nicely printed on this paper you’re looking for a little song or dance or perhaps...

it’s really the best way to treat the injured and the only way to get your train back on the track with a stern warning that if you don’t...

the light bulb the toilet bowl air-conditioning dishwasher clothes washer the car plane jet reading writing the computer the kiss?...