

a poem: strange brew
As Halloween passed and fall fell You left me again for some far city maybe emerald or steel or some other heady, glinting promise energy lofting skyward the dreams of man progress and potential. You left and I unpacked my lamentations to keep me company. Here in my...

a poem: the drive over the dam
He was a man now, no escaping that. We both were grown, in spite of ourselves and we knew better, knowing ourselves and knew worse, too. We knew of worse. Which is the why of the affair: why the late nights early mornings desperate fumblings and driving sleepily...

a poem: Compass
Compass In the third week, little signs started marking my heart's place on the map. Lines drawn between them, meandering like your hand along my spine when you bent to kiss my shoulderblade. Kissing Cape Town, then Egypt, this exotic and foreign visitor entering into...

a poem: On love, in Mississippi
On love, in Mississippi I'm always in love driving to Mississippi the sun like a blanket or your hand I love the alternatives the sun and your hand juxtaposed making me choose the Tennessee river stretched out below me a mirror while I thought of you and it sparkled...