Do Them Part

Someone wake him before he dreams of her again.On the shore, two with pants legs, their cuffs rolled upto save … More

Old Acquaintance

You surprise me, knocking on my door after 15 years,but I recognize that face behind the mask instantly.The last time … More

If you want to pinpoint your origins, how far back do you go? How far back do you want to … More

We sit on swings, the canvass kind that conform to your butt,holding you snug, gripping you maybe a little too … More

She asks me if I’ve taken out the trash yet,and because I haven’t, I don’t answer her. I continue watching … More

Close as night and day, you say,we’re friends, just friends, for now,so let’s see what happens, you say.Bark to a … More

In my dream, just before the music plays – I’ve seen this so often over 60 years – learned all … More

I remember the dawn’s first early light,silhouettes of darkened heads bob love,no secret anymore, amore in paradise,no strangers to me … More

My neighbor kid’s been helping me tie up some dead branches. Finished, I’m drinking a beer, he a passion-orange juice … More

For me it was like picking up a can of teargas,then huffing it – remembering paint and glue and you.Not … More

I sat perched atop one of the dryers in our apartment building basement, absorbing warmth, enjoying the rumbling spin of … More

That silver flame subdued all color into black and white. Remembering neon paint and black light nights. I recall the … More

Go on, please turn your head this way.I close my eyes, and you’re all I see.The best things in life … More

I’m not sure why you and I called it a carpool. It wasjust we two, and I always drove. There … More

For the first two years in Madison, I live in Susan Bradford Hall. It’s on Greek Row. Once a dorm … More

The languor of summer days, a drop of sweat.Hit the napkin, plop on the word “miss.” It’sMezcal time here, and … More

What is it you see out there? What do you hear? My woman standing at the window staring out into the … More

I squint, and even though I oddly see you tiny and distorted through the peephole, I can make out her … More

We find ourselves entering a corridor of language, she from the eastern door, and I from the west. We take steps, … More

The music stopped, but we kept dancing. We could hear the melody going on, even though the musicians were packing up. … More