Annapolis

Annapolis Shallows

Inside her room where bodies spent On a sweat-stained couch marking days With voices raised and a window where love went. How she wanted iambic pentameter A drinking song to sing upon the Chesapeake. Annapolis has moved on, so has… Read More ›

Fortnight In Annapolis

Imagine me using the word “fortnight” as an answer to the question someone will ask tonight; “When did you get back to Annapolis?” Can you see me on Clay Street or Martin Luther King Boulevard answering that question with “fortnight?”… Read More ›