I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn’t,So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!I came up twice and cried!If that water hadn’t a-been so coldI might’ve sunk and died. But it was    Cold in that water!    It was cold! I … Continue reading EP: Life is Fine

3. Pink jowled cherry blossoms danced in the air; 1,2,3,4...5,6,7,8.Freed pedals spun to the wet groundhaving been born just a month earlier.They were nurtured then softened bybuzzing kisses during a time when colorsdidn't fear each other as much as they do now.2. Green partnered with white and brown talked to yellow.Spunky films filled copious nightsafter … Continue reading End Games or Games End

You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was years ago. You walk these streets laid out by the insane, past hotels that didn't last, bars that did, the tortured try of local drivers to accelerate their lives. Only churches are kept up. The … Continue reading EP: Degrees Of Gray In Philipsburg

My belief is "I still owe you"for all those sunny days ormonths of caring warmth Despite feasting at our tablebrunch, lunch, dinner, dessert the old unresolved bill is there I walked away; leaving the tab on the plywood counter without reaching for my wallet These hands and lips are clean,plates already placed in the sinkso … Continue reading Unpaid Invoice

The doctor said to my father, “You asked me to tell you when nothing more could be done. That’s what I’m telling you now.” My father sat quite still, as he always did, especially not moving his eyes. I had thought he would rave if he understood he would die, wave his arms and cry … Continue reading EP: His Stillness

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, … Continue reading EP: One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was spring a farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantry of the year wasawake tinglingnear the edge of the seaconcernedwith itself sweating in the sunthat meltedthe wings' wax unsignificantlyoff the coastthere was a splash quite unnoticedthis wasIcarus drowning By William Carlos Williams

Seriously share your colors and clouds  I want to know it all then lock it  in a black vault with a 30 digit code  something like 9746283646028474748415 once it's shut, I'll never remember how to  open the swinging steel rectangular door  not sure what I would do with your doc's  but it will be filed … Continue reading Let’s Talk – Free Verse 

How have you not left meafter all the trouble I've caused.Run into another's gentle hand to to start a new diary by the window. Gone with other books or pads. Gone like the lead marks in my notes. Flowed into a stationary for fresh pages and clean lines not riddled with errors. Somehow you continue … Continue reading The Pen and I

As a youth, I realized a few things about life. Being an  adult  is difficult  Each distinct street triggers arrows of movement.  Glutted alleys of clashes  consume cars of choices. Untidy avenues with rusty dented doors smeared beneath blue paint  stand by shuffling feet gone awry.  Everyday you must try;  move a few yards forward … Continue reading Memoir