Do Them Part

Someone wake him before he dreams of her againHe sees them stroll the shore with pant leg cuffs rolled upTo … More

Not Yet

That first time, more than 40 years nowHow many clock ticks like soft background musicFor the streaming rush of words … More

The phone rings. It’s a live number. I inhale and hold my breath. It’s been many years, so I can’t say for … More

I sit watching a school of tiny blue fishZip lively in and out along the wharfImagine jumping in to join … More

My night had passed me moving as slow painDressed all in my rose Sunday best I left up the empty … More

That former love’s words recalled moreIn bits and pieces like lyricsOf a song recalled less and lessHer face shimmers further … More

Happy Birthday to youHappy Birthday to youHappy Birthday Dear Ear-rthHappy Birthday to you If the Earth could speakI’d ask it … More

I want to call herWith words I’d say hoping maybeAre warm enough to reachNow back to then and break the … More

I remember the photo shootOnly because it’s burned in my brainFrom daily seeing myself posed in the frameDressed in little … More

My father swinging a pickaxe rhythmicallyUp over his head and slamming it downThe point piercing hard red clayBreaking it all … More

Even though I heard the question, and certainly understood it, I couldn’t remember, in my fever, what my name was. … More

I’m long past middle age, but my joke has always been that no matter how old I get, I will … More

He’d done his fair share of laughing over 70 years. His sense of humor was well-developed through the constant exercise … More

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them. — Dave Eggers At 69 his body rememberedThe punchingOne oneTwo one twoThree … More

Once upon a time, Mrs. Onigawa was a good neighbor. Everyone thought so. It was a golden age for neighborhoods, a … More

As the wave laps outOver the pane of sandThe moon reflects momentarilyPerfect and round mirrored There is a soundAfter the … More

I slow to a stop and idleStare at all the confusion hereThese dark tangled woodsA briared and brambled forestDead branches … More

She liked riding the bus. The anonymity. Being by herself. Not being recognized was a good thing. Not having to … More

I’ve watched them from where I sitThe ghosts of summer runningThe children fresh onceGrown and gone rainbowssplashed to gray laughterSplit … More

Two students in the back were whispering to each other. What are they saying to each other? he wondered. He … More