John and Sarah

Poetry

I’m alone, 
All my friends are gone,

I Love I Hate

A poem

I love that poets can say
That apples don’t fall far 
and know that lovers know
it’s consecrated…

POETRY

The Act of Loving Freedom is the Opposite of Ignorance

Let go — let more come

8 zero 8 Poetry

What’s Your Middle Name?

Please Tell Me

Loss

A poem

Even when anticipated,
it lands like a hammer
on the thumb of a distracted carpenter.

Bones of My Youth

A poem

The bones of my youth
Pliable, compliant
Innately resilient
Intrinsically wise

Fiction

A Tale of Two Salaries: Chapter Three