“Aurora Taboo,” “On Humes,” “On Our Knees,” and Other Poems
Aurora Taboo Believing is seeing, they say…we are awash in strident belief, a belief scape, hogwash heaven. Each bears a haughty pout. There is no…
“Blues in D,” “Pooling,” “Floating Woman,” and Other Poems
Blues in D D for destruction? D for demoralized? Can’t decide which blues. Maybe it’s the no-room-in-the-city blues. Or a…
“The Only One Worth Loving Ushers in a Saturated Saturday on Sauvie Island,” “The Social Fabric Groans on Boones Ferry Road,” and “When Egon Schiele Stops the Moon and Danube River, Patience Can’t Sit Still”
The Only One Worth Loving Ushers in a Saturated Saturday on Sauvie Island “Indeed, it is from such studies---from the experience of others---that…
“Temptation, and the Fruit of Bitterness,” “Born in Dreamland,” “In the End,” and “Betrayal”
Temptation, and the Fruit of Bitterness Out of myself I stood and looked and saw, so cold, aloof, the very subtle murmur hooked on the astute, dull…
“Old,” “Hopelessness,” “Spring in Us,” and Other Poems
Old They shine on her face, the innumerable paths she treaded upon Stories they do tell, Left unbothered and finished some The skin is no longer……
“The Realisation,” “The Contest Winner,” “Vanity of Vanuatu,” and “Ironic Consolation”
The Realisation As a child you used to play an odd little game:…
“Why I’ll Never Be Invited to a Writer’s Conference,” “Imagine All the Forgotten Lives,” “The Cabbies,” and “The Plague”
Why I'll Never Be Invited to a Writer's Conference Fly into the sun teeny bopper fly into the sun rock star poet fly into the sun academic…
“All the Points of the Compass,” “Integer Line,” and “Loaded Dice and Poisoned Candy”
All the Points of the Compass with apologies to Tom Stoppard You could be one of those John D. Rockefeller types with interest, credit and dividends…
“A Life Well Lived,” “Purple,” and “Vegan”
A Life Well Lived It’s fine. It always was, because I’m able to keep going. I can eat and breathe and I’ve taken up an interest in sewing. We had…
Is Yin Yang to Blame?
Must we hate because we love? Or rather, pseudo-love, or maybe go through the motions of pretending we are enamored when we are an inch away from the…
