It never rained confettithe day they came home. Memories, like torn paper,fell in drifts as high asskyscrapers, buried beneathnapalm-scorched nerves. Sharp vines coiled through thoughts,spinning like helicopter bladeslost in the jungle ofsweat-soaked sheets. Letters often arrived first,thin envelopes heavy with dread,before taxi-delivered telegramsconfirmed the worst. And sometimes,a single knock at the doorforetold a heartripped from […]

In a bar’s outdoor beer garden,patrons mingle, talk politics,and eat sausagewhile downing beerbeneath an old oak’s shade. Among them standsa sultry young woman,accustomed to turning headswherever she goes. Beside her mother,she surveys the crowd,catching the familiar glancesof men who notice her. Then, lingers on the gazeof wealthy Mr. Bennett,a married manblissfully unaware other male patrons […]

It’s the same town of verbs and noun, but something’s going ’round.  The frequent fluency feels… artificial.   Some summaries lack symmetry of simplicity. The inflections conceptions lack melody.   Some pens are showing signs of dust. It’s a fate that turns poets to rust.   And it’s all being spotted on pages whose phrases […]

It feels like such a shameall that laughter, conversation,all those ordinary afternoons together. They just lowered him into the groundlike a basket of rotting bread,carefully, as if it still mattered. I hate death.He’s so selfish –he arrives already decided,and leaves everything else unfinished. 1

There’s a big old steel gate around her graveThough It makes no difference – crypt or cave‘Cause clocks won’t tell the time of dayTo those that sleep in dirt or clay. It’s dark – it’s deep – what’s small will creep.From the depths of soil on thee they’ll heap As one takes the long nap […]