Opening the Windows

A poem

On summer mornings
the windows are 
sweating watercolor paintings 
of the neighborhood…

Shelter

A poem

It is uniquely human
to refuse the star quilt of 
naked night in exchange 
for shelter — 
not from the…

Unbreakable

A poem

Are worlds responsible 
for the happiness
upon them?

Simply Alive

A poem

What does it matter
who I become?

Manhood

A poem

When I left home 
my dad gave me 
his shoe-shine kit;
maybe as a father of 
forty-five he knew a gift is…

I Want to Remember

A poem

I see the passing of 
moments in time 
like driftwood at night
bobbing along a lost…

But Slowly

A poem

You who might be lost — 
a verse for your worried state 
can be heard in the darkest 
shadows.

Crossing the South Dakota Border, 06–15–09

A poem

Morning from a Small Porch

A poem

Sentence Structure

A poem

The clouds this evening are 
heartbreaking, slowly moving 
toward their separation.