A Little Frog Dying on the Side of the Road

A story about loss and connections

My girlfriend, Christina, and I go for a short walk around our neighborhood just about every morning. It’s the sort of thing I used to sneer at.

Confessional

Green-envy, free pint, heartbreak, and self-loathing at The Blarney Stone Pub.

feelings got fucked haikus (or ode to the redneck snowflake)

Covered

Winter's kiss is fatal — 
she brings with her a
wrath of unbearable cold
or maybe it's bearable
and I've just grown thin-skinned
in my older…

he attended

to the trumpet

and the stand up bass

with focus

April ‘21 Haiku

this spring harbors all

expectations of a world

reborn from darkness

Buddha Steps Over A Napping Dog

a work day poem that delivers …

Shadows

shamans dreamt visions,
white beings.
saw them coming,
tall houses cutting the face of the ocean, coming
pale shadows covering horizon…