I Met My 8-Year-Old Self

A lucid dream

Lines

A poem

There’s the thin one 
in the sand
where the surf kisses
the shore, where
dry grit meets
wet hard pack…

The Evolution of Dating

If only you had known the physics of swingsets, you might have avoided all…

To Pamela

With Love, Paul

The dust jacket was torn and tattered. It was years before I noticed the hidden…

Nothing Matters

But when you live on the edge, everything does.

The Slight

A Poem

Tacked to the bottom of the world

The Lost Son

The world has not changed so much

The Creek Carves an Angry Path

Poetry

I Love

A poem

I love your creases and your edges
and the parts of you that hold me

An Ideal Valentine

I tell you every day 
I love you —

The Plague-Stricken Way

A Poem

More tedious than his wife