PoetryLosing Modality
Machines under alarm a squeeze from a warm hand. A whisper—please don’t die. I tried to reply but got confused in all the commotion…
PoetryDetroit River
The annoying drone a mile over the hill, I-35 tinnitus. It helps to pretend it’s a waterfall or rapids or squalling river valley winds.…
Poetrynow that I’m old
arriving early is being on time being on time is being late being late a disgrace and waiting in the clinic lobby for my…
PoetryAs it Was in the Beginning, Is Now and Ever Shall Be
They’re 85 walk daily he holding her hand. She stops frequently transfixed by far off. Fusses with her scarf until she’s done. Even now…
PoetryMississippi Catch and Release
We’d catch carp in the river put-em on a stringer walk home through the alleys of the boulevard homes throw them over the privacy…
Poetry11 Million Buttons
No yellow brick road. It’s fire brick, used for ovens. A walkway cul-de-sac not a scenic drive. Buttons of every size, shape, color &…
PoetryShrewing
as she got old everything turned into something to fuss about upset till the end died trying to decide coffin or cremation
PoetryWoe Is Me
I have nothing to complain about but I still do. I’m working on getting better about that but it ain’t easy when raised living…
PoetryWalking The Circle
deciding to get started I left the destination arriving when it all looked familiar but, this time, recognizing everything I missed
PoetryAbscission
Monochrome greens recede like the shorter day into a longer night for a pageant of pigments on a runway sashay down a fall fashion…
PoetryDesignated Drivers
Human me-ing lets ego drive. Human be-ing lets what-happens drive with ego in the passenger seat gaping out the window.
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