That morning, sunlight shines through the house in a different way. Saul, wakes up, shakes Rachel, “My god, it’s happening, like they say – Remember? ‘When the sun rises in the South and sets in the North, heed the… Read More ›
Poetry
My Beautiful Nymphomaniac
It’s my birthday. I am fifteen wishing I was twenty, and I am with Julienne walking up Washington Street, and she is definitely twenty or maybe even older, and I am in love with her and to me she is… Read More ›
Reveille
The moon is leaving too soon. A bell of a glistening bugle, it swirls silvery notes through half-closed blinds across the early-morning room, composing a refracted lyric next to the antique mirror and a picture of a child playing near… Read More ›
Emergency Procedure
If I lived on the Blue Ridge, I could be healthy, work as a craftsman, build a log cabin, forget this complacent life. If I moved to the Outer Banks, I could eat better, fish off a wooden pier… Read More ›
Resurrection: Come, Ed Roach, Walk Tall Tonight
The notice reads as if Ed Roach died yesterday— the family asking everyone to celebrate the life of their 24-year-old son. Oh, plow the red clay, yellowed leaf, A black man in the county back in 1920, Ed… Read More ›
Son and Moon
Ghost in the afternoon, the moon dangles, a pocked trophy my boy pretends to drive. He dreams of monster trucks and something cool to blow up come Fourth of July. At light, the moon snatches at wild grass, lost… Read More ›
At the Feeder
The cardinal watches me through the kitchen window, reddish-brown breast, orange tuft and beak, hooded-eyes fathoms deep. She stares into the glass, begging answers to my question: Where, sweet bird, is your handsome life-mate of last summer? Now,… Read More ›
Southern Snow Storm
My neighbors trudge out of their homes, like gnomes, after a two-day storm so unnatural for the South, wearing worn garments from deep in their closets—knit caps, scratchy coats, and old ski gloves—surveying their roofs and pines to determine the… Read More ›
Sestina: White Men are Killing Us
Imagine two elderly white men dying at the hands of a raving lunatic– a forty-year-old black man roaming through White churches to commit mayhem. Imagine him loose in a busy, suburban supermarket or a bustling parking lot with a shiny,… Read More ›
Recipe to be Happy
Yes, back then, I lost the ingredients to be happy. Instead, what I found, for me, wasn’t the best recipe, but now, I do realize, back then, you were happy. Yet, back when you trusted in my new… Read More ›
Memorial
I. Someone from Somerset, or a group of them, beat him for embezzling their money. That’s what my older brother, Charley, told me. But Mother, back then, said he was robbed in an alley and came away with a broken arm… Read More ›
Our First Family Meeting
Mother called our meeting on a Saturday in August back when we lived on the farm. We were finishing our lunch when she announced she and Daddy wanted to speak with us. Daddy stood at the window staring at the shimmering… Read More ›
The Point of Texting and Driving
It takes no energy alone and behind the wheel to swerve into someone coming towards me. We could die on this Interstate together. Or should I wait until the other driver is ready? I long for the crack of glass… Read More ›
Villanelle: Yet, What’s to Come After?
Losing my job isn’t a disaster. Not when telling my wife the truth that night. Yet, how can I say what’s to come after? The two of us know how much this matters, why do I feel this time… Read More ›
O Pioneers
She said I should wait for her call. I sat watching the phone, worried. She and I didn’t get along, that’s true. When she rang, I knew where she was going as she proceeded to commend me for traveling… Read More ›
Fragments
We met in a rupture of this world, missing pieces to cross the void. What kept us from heights so imagined? Why swim in a swamp so contagious? I’ve been deceived. It’s true, this loss. But I know now … Read More ›
Sonia: My Sauerkraut Maiden
Sonia, my sauerkraut maiden, hates me. What must I have said, I can’t imagine. I shop the market every Saturday– she treats me like a head of bad cabbage. Sonia, oh Sonia, the garden, your booth! My, how you’ve ripened!… Read More ›
Facing the Cracking Storm
It was as if you and I had been caught on a flashing, thunder-embroiled plain, we were both part of the many souls lost– in the sweltering heat and slashing rain. Yet, you found me desperate and distraught, my fragile… Read More ›
MyArt
Trash sorter breaking drywall copper wire, coal miner open pit fire, iron forger stoking flames higher, higher. I know what’s real: iron, copper, steel. ****
Blackbird Pie
Tick tock A crooked man A crooked box A crooked hand A crooked clock Crooked woman Goldilocks Baking oven Piping hot ****
Telling Stories
there is a space in the hours before dawn when it’s just me and the dog wondering what’s going on phantoms confessions graves to rob ****
Death Comes with Christmas to the New Krispy Kreme
It’s a December opening at the deliciously new Krispy Kreme. Nearly six a.m. and we all are waiting to snake through the gleaming doors. Crowds forming, coughing and fuddled in the frosty morning, fidgeting with winter coats and paper coupons,… Read More ›
Lumps
The Lumps Appeared Ten Days Ago All Over My Back And neck– Like Snow. Only Worse. **** My Doctor Insists She can Pick Them Off As quick As they Pop up If I Wish. Like Pimples– Only More So. ****… Read More ›
Instantaneously
She races from phantoms and me. Hides in the strangest places. She sees. Faces me. Woohoo! I say. Woohoo! Woohoo! There she goes chased by demons. Eluding me. Now I’ll never find her. (So she believes.) … Read More ›
Delilah and the Rocket Band
Hey Ho! Rocket Band — Thrill us forever. Delilah, dance and play Let’s be lovers. Be joyful today. Never find another. Hey Ho! Twirl and sway! Live and wonder! Hey Ho! Rocket Band — Flames fly higher. Delilah, feel… Read More ›
Pheidippides
I know no rivers, no forests, no fields. I know pavement and concrete — and how hard fulfillment feels on my feet, my back, the sun, the heat as temperatures rise. I know the relentless wind, drenching rain, and numbing… Read More ›
Predator
Out here. seeking a date. tonight it’s late. I want You to feel just right, fulfilled, alive. It’s time. ****
When They Kiss
She averts her head, like she is suffering and the touch of their lips will pass his lies and neglect and sordid thoughts between them. They kiss as light as the flick of eyelashes in the wind. To her,… Read More ›
When I’m Alone
When I’m at home, alone inside, why am I so discreet? Closing the bathroom door, even on the second floor, where no one could peek if they tried; or coughing with a hand covering my mouth, who cares if the… Read More ›
When It’s Time
There’s sadness in your hello. As much as we love you, We won’t let it show. You’re not trapped living a past, Or being someone You no longer know. I can see it in your smile. You can stay… Read More ›
Rocky Mountain Ticks
Rocky Mountain Ticks Roaming around – On top of my head. (Now that’s alarming!) My wife won’t stop Long enough to touch them. (She thinks ticks are Disgusting.) Listen, mister, I’m not touching ticks (Without surgical gloves, A mask, and… Read More ›
Mountain Meadow
Purple flowers blossoming in a Mountain meadow; tiny, white flowers Shaking off a long, harsh winter; Hundreds of dark, yellow bees Climbing pink, floral stems and each Other – droning, drunk, and alive; the Musky smell of Douglas fur and… Read More ›
Songs in Need of Singing
What song must I sing To thwart the sadness I see And negativity Permeating my life. What song must I sing To cast aside the few Moments of doubt I’ve used To define my life. What song must… Read More ›
I Drove Up Behind her
I drove up behind her and saw a cloud in her car, Not smoke from a cigarette, Or a malfunctioning air conditioner, But a billowy white cloud Hovering in the back of her suv. I decided to follow her, But… Read More ›
My Wife Can’t Sleep
Late at night I listen – to my wife moving around in our kitchen, floor boards groaning, pans burning, mixer mixing. Or the sound of the TV, my wife watching another Nazi documentary. My wife empathizes with the holocaust victims,… Read More ›
In the Morning, In the Light
In the morning, in the light, I love you day and night, Isn’t it good, isn’t it right. No matter when it seems, It’s easy to dream — Love’s sweet dreams. This amazing feeling flies, Blazing across the… Read More ›
Tonight She Won’t be Alone
He lies alone in an alley, no job, no life, no home. Pink umbrella under a window, she works all alone. Black BMW passes slowly, wipers cutting the unknown. Curled in a bloody corner, he moans and… Read More ›
I Read You Were Lost
I read you were lost, Sitting on my bed Too drained From my daughter’s Good-bye. I couldn’t stop Reading. It will be months, Before she’s back In our lives. On a tropical beach Clouds streaming Across a salt-filled… Read More ›
The Pacific is Never Blue
Coastal currents creating Rip-tides of aqua and turquoise. Rolling waves crashing in white Flames on black jagged lava. Brown seed pods bobbing Buoyant in white effervescent froth. Lucent crabs piercing grayish Bubbles on moist brown sand. Hibiscus flutter maddeningly Red under swaying palms…. Read More ›
My Life is Falling Apart
My life is falling apart And it’s your fault. We need to get it together Once and for all. I know you. You’re pushing me so I’ll Leave. Punishing me emotionally. Why are you – Fighting me? Why else – Do you… Read More ›
