12 Friday Apr 2019
Posted in poems
Gaze down at the dark water.
Bones of factories bleach on the shore.
The bridge arches in great leaps of stone
across the Mississippi River.
A man is walking backward, fast.
Gaze down at the dark water
pushing on through the stone arches
out to the hungry sea.
The sun is shining again, notable for Rochester this time of year. Heavy winter air is changing over with the …
Today’s blue sky is a welcomed take on the usual wooly gray clouds. It reminds me to lift the veil …
The years came on in leaps of space and gasps of air. Trail marks rushed by or passed in the …
A two-bourbon twilight brings down the shade on another day beneath the cool Spanish moss. What waits beyond the dusk …
I have a poem published over at Vita Brevis – my thanks to the editors. https://vitabrevisliterature.com/
Just when you think your God must be paying attention the sidewall on the right front tire blows out at …
The large man leaned close, spoke soft, clear, “What can I do for you little lady?” The woman took the …
Is anyone out there lonesome anymore? There are certain guitar chords/notes that sound like loneliness. The music of the World …
Knees are on my mind almost constantly these days. I admit to an obsession with the joint. I admit to …
