Summertime in Vilas ParkShe loves picnics, he does notHer idea of a picnic lunch is cheeseFrench bread, wine, and fruit … More
Category: Writer Saturday
Autumn in Korea
Fade in place awayRain turn to mist in warm touchPhoto glowing giftsNo buried king’s goldMore treasured than you burningA face … More
Bedazzled
In eyes I see here, my ancestors’ gaze cast by manyThere’s a hardness of a kind I can’t quite identifyAnd … More
The Getaway
When I look back, over my shoulder, I see ours had to be the sort of loveThat must be transitory, … More
Dirt
This morning, running the vacuum in the living roomThe face of an old flame popped into my headAnd for a … More
The American Cemeteries of World War II
All of us have seen photos of tulip fields, vibrant colors stretching for milesNo need to see those in the … More
Serene
When you travel you’re tossed in a tornado of sights and soundsA tsunami of exposure flattening your brain with crushing … More
Encounter
I do what I’ll do when there’s free time on a tourHead out into the wilds of the place where … More
Extraction
It’s at moments like these a man faces his mortalitySmokes that last cigarette to settle his nervesA prisoner facing the … More
The Sounds of Seniors
Listen to your body, they said to me back thenSage advice for a young man with keen hearingSo I listened, … More
I guess I must have known some of them
Photos of kids in the bathtub with othersCan make you reflect on your childhood and shudderHow could parents think this … More
Hum
I pass my hands over you in rhythmFigure 8s I gently rock to summon energyInfuse you with the lifeWhile outside … More
A Learner’s Turn
I took driver’s ed. the summer before 10th grade. I ended up in the class at Lualuna Academy. Pretty ritzy, and more … More
Say Hello
I will remember little to finally nothing of this poem in timeWriting is the act of pushing words like these … More
Marches On
Grad school was a bad time to discoverI was burned out on reading and writingHad only a desire for playing … More
Walls
“If you can’t play for us,” Jan says in an encouraging voice, “you know you’d have a tough time on open … More
Rise
Legs crossed, they sat bent over the creaking teak table, the top worn from years of scrubbing. The fare was simple, … More
Paths
— one more for Willie Nelson I remember like the hovering of birdsHow they settled on the water and we … More
In the Next
I appreciated the raise you encouraged me to ask forEuphoric like hopscotching over an imaginary lineSensing the end of some … More
At the Bar
I felt the slight pressure on my shoulder The kind that promises the ride of your life, Before you read … More
