How Brief, Yet How Full

February 14, 2021.Reading time 1 minute.

How brief, yet how full that first encounter | between you in your prime and me in my | secondhand life. | Hello, treasure hunter, would you like to dig through this box of mine?

Sober Winter

February 7, 2021.Reading time 3 minutes.

Waiting on a slow line at dinner hour | air hunger befalls me, symptomatic | of nothing less than a moral panic. | Life’s too short for gas station flowers and boxed wine

Black Friday

November 28, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

On looking over my harvest field | To see what crop my life might yield | I was amazed to find its state | For I had left it to its fate

The Domestic Interior

November 6, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

All of this time spent

making and remaking home
in my latest self-image,

into bouquets of dried memories
laid out alive before me;

turning down the bed,
like an envelope full of flowers,

okay poetry

Category: Poetry