PinnedPublished inPoets UnlimitedThe End of OctoberThe end of October, Leaves orange and red. Three children giggling As the night of the dead Floats on a sunset, all orange and red.Feb 17, 20162Feb 17, 20162
You Don’t Belong HereDrones and crows and thoughts and prayers and Christmas and MAGA and I’m staggered by the wonder of it all and my arms are tired and my…Dec 18, 20241Dec 18, 20241
You Don’t Belong HereDrones and crows and thoughts and prayers and Christmas and MAGA and I’m staggered by the wonder of it all and my arms are tired and my…Dec 17, 2024Dec 17, 2024
In A Manner of SpeakingIn a manner of speaking, no one is innocent, not one of us.Nov 27, 2024Nov 27, 2024
Pigeon WatchingSoft, dirty looking puffy rain clouds. I watch pigeons fly. They circle once, then split into threes and fours. I can’t help but smile.Oct 16, 2024Oct 16, 2024
Crunch TimePower is something you do, not something you have. Power is always shifting, always in motion, so read the fucking tea leaves for all…Oct 9, 2024Oct 9, 2024