Poetry

Tavernacle

The handle is tied to the rail, This door is always open Coming out of the light or dark. Red Neon blinks two O’s and Rain baptizes the Avenue Glowing those two O’s off and on, Looking up or down… Read More ›

Bikers

Bikers are all the same, Dress alike, not really tough When fearing rain. Their women, Heartsick and rough, Breasts of better days Hold on to their man. Freedom is just an exhaust When believing Riding is enough. Sometimes You have… Read More ›

Overlook

Am I to shun the squirrel who raids the bird feeder? Set traps to block its path Cause he can climb the tree to where it hangs Above the grass now covered in snow? Is it really about feeding the… Read More ›

Going Out

Going Out He softens his stash with conditioner In case his lips are kissed. Chews mint gum for breath In case his tongue is met. Deodorizes, adds a scent with cologne, Presses clothes, And straightens the home to show no… Read More ›

The Wind

The wind, Prankster of October leaves Swirling under a magician’s wand. Taking from branches and limbs That once reached out in the summer sun Full of dreams, and enclosing our days When love was young.   Limbs picked by chilling… Read More ›

Natatores

Does it spoil literary greatness by explaining a poem before reading? Does it diminish it? Jokes need a setup, musicians talk at times, before performing a song, and novels have introductions. Some poems, so simple in its presentation, requires a… Read More ›

Black Walnut Creek

Black Walnut Creek   A winter brook flows to Warmer, muddier waters. What we call Love, eternal babblings over stones, Flushing into spaces of courts and divisions Around the bay. A body handles Only so many transfusions, And each heart… Read More ›