Read like an American – remembering your grandparents’ living rooms wherever those were, rooms where you were not in charge, where cooking smells captured you […]
Category: Poetry
Cancer
Here’s where the cancer will recur […]
38 Cents
in between dances / she looks for her last chance […]
No Good Decisions
A quarter of six, weather dimming […]
Living Alone with a One-Eyed Cat
Mornings I hear the / whoosh of cars trucks & buses on […]
Lame
I met Brian when Quaaludes […]
Blue Horses
White pill for pain
Gravel
The boy stared at the flag-shadow as it waved / from the confluence of the walls and ceiling.
Picking Blackberries
If we are lucky, facts of life will force us to accept the reality of our desires our fears and unleash our innate need to express ourselves, to achieve self-literacy through self-expression, though I live in a world of painful existential questions and threats I do believe in the world, I want to live in… Continue reading Picking Blackberries