Writer. Demand Poet.
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My sweet princess told Matt, the
Shoe salesman as he bent
Over her little foot, “I touched
Your head!” the last word lifting
Up like a startled sparrow leaving
A branch.
She might hear, someday, about
How the real … Read the rest “I Touched Your Head”
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I heard a drop of rain
On that rhododendron call to me:
You are alive.
This minute, and only this one.
You may grouse at yesterday or
Pine for tomorrow but only the
Perfume of now exists. You … Read the rest “You are Alive”
It’s just coffee.
Dr. Joe’s coffee and the
Market Battery and the
Princess of Wales namesake on
Stone edifice around the corner from
Tattoo parlor and Gentlemen’s
Clubs. It’s just an
Old downtown trying to
Bring on the latest
Food … Read the rest “Not Native”
I’m prone to forgetting all the
Goodness around me on the
Sewer pit days when the shenpa
Has caught me. But there are
Monarch butterflies and sweet
Sailors and other things which
Return I remember
And I’ll catch that
Preserver … Read the rest “What I See”
Betty at evening you creep over
My duvet like a
Minefield and I’d guess this house
Became little repeating explosions
In your easy world
All those days ago when we brought
The new strays home.
Now, time’s gone by
And … Read the rest “Exactly Betty”