It’s a Long Way from Here

(For Melani, Dru, and Samantha) to Maryland, Pittsburg, or Mozambique the eating heart is famished of. Love is in December, its feast of snow and weary. Worry is the prevalent breakfast, and the dial of the sun is careless of all wanting. Daunting is coffee, cold with the unrequited yearn of waiting. Late to party … Continue reading It’s a Long Way from Here →

The Isolate

He waits in this emptyroom for a poem or perhaps,here in this garret, a thought from God.The room’s light casts backat him a mask, half in light,one eye—brightenough from shadows, a room wherethere is a this and an is:coffee mug on a desk, deskcluttered but solidwhere a penciled hand scrawlsor waits to scrawl when it … Continue reading The Isolate →

Montana Pub

one star fleets through clouds above of the bar’s neon "open" flickering off and on.