For Daddy on His Birthday
My dad is a strong
tree. He can never be broken
by thunder or ice storms.
Young Poets
Poems, Young Poets
Eulogy for a Balloon
A balloon once lived for a month and a little bit more until Daddy accidentally murdered him. But he is
Running at Stillwater
Running the unforgiving woods and puddles at Stillwater. I peer up through bare branches glimpsing the sky so maybe the miles will feel shorter cold water shocks me
Though They Called Us Two Maidens
This summer we try out manhood
like chlorophyll, a veneer on the fields.
Would you kiss him if he asked,
would you hold hands if you wanted to,
warm them as we wander the streets of Pompeii?
The Dramatic Cashier
It’s 5:00 p.m. on a never-ending Friday night.
A lovely lady in a pink and blue blouse
claims she has a pick-up order for “Ashley.”
The City
If not there would / only / Be the image of it / in my head / A lampshade / is there / A pattern, i can see it / the Animals, the / wait / To be defined / the wait / For the lamp / to be turned on and / So the patterns / dance across the darkness / Each ear each flick / a word / For breath / that really breathes / Otherwise / there is no breath.