I had the honor to be the featured poet at the Nexus First Tuesday poetry series on July 6, 2021. Here is a YouTube Recording of the reading: https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=301405625101362&ref=sharing A number of the poems featured in this reading are showcased… Read More ›
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Poetry and Writers Critique Groups
Join our Poetry Critique Group every Thursday night or our Writers Critique Group on Wednesdays. The night begins at 6:30 PM EST, 5:30 PM CST, and 3:30 PM PST and continues virtually on Zoom for two hours. Regardless of your… Read More ›
Recent Postings
These poems, recently posted, can be found in the following directories: I Dream a Storm – Posted 9/25/20 – 2018 Directory; Winter Hours – Posted 9/11/20 – 2018 Directory; The Spider’s Widow – Posted 8/21/20 – Early years Directory; Winter… Read More ›
I Dream a Storm
The rain pounces in violent waves, stripping trees and bursting streams with a torrent of pine and clay. Venomous snakes thrive, slithering across the crumbling sky. Ahead of us, sparkling crack-offs contort in a demented dance of electric shocks on the… 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 ›
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 ›
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 ****
Hobbled
Hobbled. Mentally and physically! This is how I diagnose my situation, my crisis of the moment. I am in my ratty underwear early on a Sunday morning, half-lying over the kitchen counter and half-sitting on one of the counter stools…. Read More ›
Boston Marathon
You have got to be kidding me! I am at mile eighteen of the Boston Marathon and the foothills that began around mile sixteen are turning into the Himalayas. It has been raining throughout the race, but now, suddenly, here… 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 ›
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 ›
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