Writer. Demand Poet.
The return address gives me pause.
It’s not the name, not the street number
Not the color of the Sharpie ink.
I’d forgotten the lean of your
Hand. That is,
I didn’t forget it. I’d have
Known it was from … Read the rest “Return Address”
Back in my 20s I worked at the FOX station in Kansas City. Glamorous job of getting up early and helping to feed a major metropolitan area their fill of weather, traffic and morning … Read the rest “How to Watch Breaking News”
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I am in love with my girlfriend’s husband
Because last night when
She was inverted in downward dog
Her ponytail flipped and I saw
The best of her younger self,
The girl he spotted when they first met… Read the rest “My Girlfriend’s Husband”
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The phone got silent
Between us. I chopped
The cucumber and
Wondered if I’d
Lost signal. “Are you still
There?” I asked.
You answered with
Your sob.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful … Read the rest “Lost Signal – small stone”
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I don’t mean to be crass
It’s just that
I’ve been alone all day and
I’ve got all these words
Clattering around inside me: mean,
Rusted out shards of
Everyday life tossed in a big ole
Heap, and so… Read the rest “I Don’t Mean to Be Crass”