Writer. Demand Poet.
The bird who dove across
Hwy 34 exit toward downtown
New Haven — the interchange
New to the interstate that
Flies over gravity’s expectations —
The bird who ignited herself
From some hidden nest to climb
In tandem with the … Read the rest “The Bird Didn’t Care”
Those afternoon hours seem as if they should be endless.
Miles and miles to fill before dinner and dad.
We drop our bags on the bench, and
We set our feet free, and I don’t have to say
Go play… Read the rest “To the Repair Station”
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There’s reasons to get up. The
Have-tos, especially, drag me
Out of bed, and the little voice
Chirping from the other room. There’s
Reasons to untie myself from the
Sheet: my own needs and the
Dog’s. And sometimes it’s … Read the rest “Waking Up To a Thunderstorm”
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When we are gone, we leave
Behind more than emptiness.
First there is our dust, which is
Obvious. Find the dead cat’s
Fur on your pant leg. Find the
Broken friendship still
Lingering on the bookshelf.
When we are … Read the rest “When We are Gone”
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I’ve chosen a road for us
To go and now we are
Headed on out
Because this is the way I
Have said we should go.
What do I know?
I am some tiny god in this
Escher kingdom … Read the rest “Navigating”