“After a 14-Hour Shift in the Cab,” “The Envelope with the Big Red Stamp,” “Making Sense is Old News,” and Other Poems

After a 14-Hour Shift in the Cab The fan hums at 5:31 p.m. and the humans are tired. The birds are cheered out and the flies fall like hollow…


“American Poetry,” “Vinegar Pie,” “Delmonico’s on the Mississippi,” and “Earthworms Here”

American Poetry Masculine existentialism, i.e., men looking forlornly into the middle distance, not too far, not too close. Masculine, because…


“Poetry vs. Tech,” “The Equation on the Blackboard,” “Last Ride,” and Other Poems

Poetry vs. Tech I'm surrounded by technology--- the wonders of disinterring all four Beatles so they can play a concert in my living room or…


Truth of Time

Look into the corners of forgotten places the meek await their turn, inheritance, the horizon moves closer recognize there are battles you have…


“Marshmallow Parties,” “Jealous Rose,” “It’s Cool to Cry,” and Other Poems

Marshmallow Parties Most writers’ groups, workshops, Facebook pages “critical” discussions poetry blogs, etc. are like potluck parties where…


Morning-After Pills…and Drinks

Bill was over for the night and had decided to sleep over. His pilot was out sick and was having trouble finding a replacement. Bill was in bed with…


Sonnet About the Fallen Moon and Morning Star

Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star. Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves. One of pale mornings longs for…


“Eulophia,” “The Spring of Her Love,” and “Respect and Love”

Eulophia Life is a duel between promise and love A duel with strange rules Sometimes one opponent never enters And even if enters, winning is…


“Poormouth,” “I Hate Those People,” “My Poems Are Not My Children,” and Other Poems

Poormouth My dad always said, “Money doesn’t grow on trees!” The idea was that we were very poor but still he always had lawnmowers, weed-eaters,…


“Thick Glass,” “Twist the Blade,” “Pink Paint,” and “Good Boy, Kyu”

thick glass three weeks and the shards were still there still scattered on the tiles of the kitchen floor that was a thick glass meant for classy…