Poetry

on April 20th, 1999when garden soilheaped onto my organin a black tomb. At 11:29 a.m., I sought to fleeinto a library row’scompression of wordsfrom Dylan’s pump-action shotgun. Columbine is a […]

After I wrote a gentle villanelle, I dislodged my voice box,   rested that weight  next to the Remington typewriter   I borrowed from Barry,  my ex-brother-in-law.   For the […]

When a white popping sky buckles stars into constellations off a blacktop road,  I ask my mind: how many can’t see redshift starlight  as they breathe behind twenty-five-to-life metal   […]

When I slipped on a sidewalk,  my skull split into a    fissure. Blue Sky  saw an opening,    poured her body  into my receptive head.   So I went […]

After Pablo Neruda’s Book of Questions    And the Turtle replied:  I saw my mother burn in a forest fire  birthed by the flick of a cigarette.    I tried […]

Published in Red Ogre Review (December 2021)  

I’m Kleenexing my nose under a sky hosting another Virgin plane.   We mirror nature’s flight  as we plant Exxon seeds   in Miracle-Gro soil  packed in the stratosphere   […]

War still stabbed his muscles  into an open bleed   as he vaulted to a father of five  to children who only felt his horror  from the slap of his […]

Remember: he came out gasping with a pinhole heart  dripping into the expanse  of his neonate body.   Heart cells  reborn every solar cycle  since he breathed in an incubator […]

On backyard grass in morning dewdrop,   I scrawl Are We Alone?  on the paper I tie to Sally,  my homing pigeon, who vaults  into a blooming blue sky.   […]