“P-put it on,” I said. “C’mon, p-…”
The words wouldn’t come out right.
For J.
How quicklydeath interruptsthe narrative,the story arc,the trajectorytaken for granted.
Looking for a friend
My recent experience with death.
I announced a new development on 9th February 2019, that I will be expressing my ideas in a hundred or fewer words, so here…
I once had an imaginary friendHis name was Rumpelstiltskin and he looked like QuasimodoBut it didn’t matter to mebecause…
Even afteran old treeis felled,it’s ghoststill shapesthe air.
for Herman and Mary
Old friends. New days. Years like miles fall away.A visit, a visit. Time collapses. Walks and talks.Memories in an…
I started back up on Medium in January. It has been a good experience. I have published hundreds of poems and just reached 3,000 followers today.