Mingo Dreaming
It’s hard to be a city at night, sleeping along this big river. So much wakes youfrom slumber—mill whistles, sirens, dogs barking, people falling up anddown... Read more.
The River
And there we stoodlooking out in silenceat the great rivertoo wide to swim acrossthough some might have triedand drowned too young.And our teacher stepped inallowing... Read more.
The Falls
Out my old new road, past Rocky’s junkyardoverflowing with rusty cars and barking dogs,round the bend at Ottie’s chicken farm,across the old stone bridge, along... Read more.
Giving the Finger to Mr. Death
Once a week it seemsI drive past St. Peter’s Churchand catch a parking lot full of cars.No, not for the church but a funeral.And each time I’m reminded... Read more.
Women’s Hair
smoke rising from a campfiredeep scent of the seasonssugar sprinkled on bread and butterfingers interlacing handsthreads woven into a scarf ofblack and red, brown... Read more.
Elvis Resurrection
By the time they pack us up again, I’m ready to move. Five years boxed, standing up in an old warehouse — it’s about time. Hey, how is that to treat a king!... Read more.