Tagged: poems

"i don’t write love poems," i said, “and i’ve never been much of an... Read more →

Happy Hour Someone has knit and purled... Read more →

The Right Conditions Ricky’s back and he looks just like he always did; a rusty... Read more →

POEM FOR MY 35th BIRTHDAY I never thought I'd make it this far. My habits were so... Read more →

The Unearthing You emerge from the garden renewed, refreshed, smelling of soap... Read more →

Stetson Salisbury Beach with the amusement park on the shore. My favorites: the... Read more →

Mean to An End My good morning to the bus driver is met with tight lips refusing to... Read more →

A Toast Here's to the song you heard when you were falling in love but have... Read more →

Gulf of Mexico My father liked being on a boat in the Gulf of Mexico, anchored near... Read more →

End Means Not here, not through these sagging memories of time that keeps gathering... Read more →