Work in Progress
If I charged what I was worth, the world would be poor. That’s not a brag. That’s everyone. Look around. […]
Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Housemate
#GrowingUp, I housed a battered, silent, shriek: “#StopFighting!” It never moved out. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
Amazon Prime
I should go to bed, bury my ear and head in a pillow of sweet smelling sheets and sleep, maybe
Hashtag Lazarus
On days when #FacebookIsToxic – those are the days to #WritePoetry. Go ahead. #Hashtag the hell out of #inspiration, #art,
Neck
I’m going to miss my neck. No, I’m not headed to the guillotine, or decapitating myself in some obscene science
Moving On
Purple was accidental. I like how it looked on my website. So I started out with a logo, a two-tone
Ogni pensiero vola
*Ogni pensiero vola How many poems love Mondays? Do any of them laud the week’s overlord, strum a bard’s mandolin,
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Introspect
I’ve never been good at either/or, always been a “both” person, really. Explains a lot – the extensive collection of
Gratitude
This early morning, patio stones under my naked feet, then up the deck stairs, then the humid air, the sudden
For Sale by Owner
Now I’m thinking of sellouts – two or three suits in office chairs, afraid to spin or roll, even on
Harsh Winter
Lovers are two noses, tips touching in the cold, “Eskimo kisses,” (as the Inuit roll their eyes). But follow me
I Was Just Thinking…
Where is poetry, if not in soft snow, slipping slowly from a crying sky, releasing its babies, like we do,
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Stepping Out
Have you ever stepped out on that wide first step, the landing, the top one, looked down like you were
Before Thanksgiving
Weird weather tonight, warm November, with a moaning wind that makes the dogs a little nutty. They stiffen their ears,
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August 17, 2017 After Charlottesville
Ten years ago, I called them Nazis. It just kind of came out, you know? I’d climbed beyond angry –
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Pop
Adderall forces a mind to its knees like a hostage. But it never worked that way for me. See, I’m
On Call
Pain is an aging police officer. It sleeps lightly, still on call. It moves slowly sometimes, especially in the morning,
Peace-Wanting
I finally figured out why I’m all about peace-wanting. But does it really matter why? Peace is a staple food.
Late April
how late is too late? when tomorrow remembers today but you forget who’s in the picture? that soft-grinned girl in