Things I’d Forgotten I’d Forgotten
Inside my old man’s feet are feetof a boy. (I can’t say small; Iwas never small; 12 pounds at birth.)These invisible feet remembersensations I’ve forgotten:The... Read more.
Judgment Day
My right foot snags a forsythiaroot, trip and fall, a bone cracks--an injury only time will heal,similar to a broken heart.I'm unsure if hearts ever healcompletely,... Read more.
Two Haiku
perfect pancakesthe maple tree takes a bowin the morning windthrift store shopperwhose shoes do you walk innow that you've walked a mile Read More in Poetry... Read more.
Fireflies
Like almost every late June nightin Louisiana, this one’s filledwith a sky thick with sweat,and my legs churn as I chaseafter the little fliers that carryblinking... Read more.
A Banyan in Lahaina
No matter how many steps I take along Front Street the banyan limbs seem to follow. Hundred-year-old Hawaiian trees have a history to honor. The sparkle of stars... Read more.
At Home in a Glass Spacecraft
Nights the place would glowwhite like a glass spacecraftwith every interior lightturned on while landingin the Mohave at midnight.And she was therein pink uniform,... Read more.
Continuum
It's so beautiful says the younggirl to her mother, and mistfrom her breath creates an angelon the clear cold glass of the windowas they peer out and watchold man... Read more.
Nest Egg
I wonder, are the plastic flowers dying?The daisies' heads look like they are lower oris that my head that is bowed?Am I looking up at flowers? Uh, oh.Am I dead?No,... Read more.
Calloused Hands
The first thing to purge is plot.Poetry is not why you feel but howyou feel,how mother wore a flower-print dressand stood at the back screen door,while you hammered... Read more.
Modeling Clay
I never cared much for hanging around.The picture is my father.Photogenicity was not in the genesinherited, but I am tallerthan the other kids who sat at the tableThanksgiving... Read more.