Black Falling Rain

The white smoke winding cloth about her face, pale cerement, raised off-handed, another Pall Mall cigarette lit, red pack, another … More

Dance with Me

I don’t know who was more against it. We always held each other in vice grips. I waited for the … More

She sleeps deeply, beautiful as smooth carved marble, her moonlit face shows no wrinkles, no scars that you might see … More

A fairy tale convict, restrained in her tower cell, scratching those long, thin lines, doleful exercise, the shaky ones that … More

What’s that you’re saying under your breath,a curse or a blessing for me, you’ve done both well.I’ve grown to known … More

Because there’s too much headwind whipping now,too much ocean motion for me to feel your ripples,finger skin tendered soft, how … More

All those times you’d been togethernot holding onto you, sticking with you,how after all this can laughter heal you, evercome … More

You know, my fate’s really always come down to you.It’s been that way since 1982.I’ve counted the years nearly every … More

Sometimes I think I’ve becomethat man it’s said will never understand the boyeven though he has been that boybecause he’s … More

I stare into a mirror sometimeswhere we bathed in a fiery lakebaby seen over my shoulder those gray eyesI can’t … More

Friday nights we smoke dopedrink Strawberry Hilland I give Steve driving lessons Every time we pass by her houseSteve stops … More

when sorrow impossibly palesloss of what made sense and words lostcome untethered time and rhymeunreasoned rants in late day hazespeech … More

The end of the carnival of light and soundthe summertime fairgroundof Ferris wheel and rollercoaster rideslaughter a million miles from … More

I read you again, silent words and fading pagesturn them, weighing the paperthe memory of our first touchI close my … More

in five large black plastic pots on my lānai,watering, and fertilized with care,I am satisfied, bearthe slight tremorin my hands … More

This is the way it should be for everyone who passesswing us back, some yearning mote of feather dust floatsin … More

I need to buy tennis balls, I thought, go upand say it’s a gift, because, you know, sir,I’ve heard they … More

I look back on them all long and longfor what I might have had in my mind’s eyesee red skirts … More

I can see us holding those little white pleated paper cups,smell the yellow pineapple cubes, icy cold, the perfect mid-morning … More

The second thing I remember is my 4th birthday party,five red wax candles burning on a pink cake, the extra one … More