Noisy old carpenter’s hammer slam suddenly still— splinter in his thumb.
Seeing her Safely Home, Part II
The shadow of my goat costume looked strange. It stretched across the street from the lights from the parking lot behind me. I looked across it to see if it was clear. I didn’t see anything. I crossed the street and went into Sallinly’s yard. Then across it in the shadows to Scully's. Their lights … Continue reading Seeing her Safely Home, Part II
What Thanks Are For
For Kathy This empty hand, like our home is emptiest when empty of your hand; these awkward elbows, their graceless worst without yours graceful near by me, these knees, would not could never kneel to thrust up thanks to God if you were not what thanks were for; of loins: the nearer yours to mine … Continue reading What Thanks Are For
Haiku 10-10-19
Dawn, great joy! hope! awakening! though waking to sunless blizzard.
Seeing Her Safely Home
I was in the shadows hunkered in the goat suit Mom made me for Halloween. I felt like a spy or a Army scout. I didn’t move. Bo Peep came along the street, then went out of sight past the Woolworth parking lot. I waited quite a while, until I couldn’t hear her sheep-hook staff … Continue reading Seeing Her Safely Home
Brother Brigham’s Confusion
Against his grasshopper plague The Saint prayed for seagull angels This morning, only blackbirds.
This Land Rots
This land rots, The lark the boy shot
Enough
Fall journey with just these poems and the Universe— Basho, a leaf strewn road.
Darrel
We probably should not have switched up the routine. We probably should have gone down to the Alley and bowled a few games and drunk a few beers and ordered a pizza and eaten it off the shelf that ran along the wall at the back. But, no. Erline wanted to stay home and watch … Continue reading Darrel
A Girl to Heal a Fissured Heart
“You put a hole in my heart like the grand canyon. . .. ,” Audie wrote. He was sick and tired of women. And Deli was the latest of the worst. All about her. Like saving it for a rainy day was life. Hell, life was gather roses while they bloom. Not this faux virgin … Continue reading A Girl to Heal a Fissured Heart
