I found you, while out for a walk I heard you calling Through the sun spotted canopy Rays of light, guiding Analting the human sized boulder   Crawling up, scared and shaken To lay upon the calming alter Instantly embraced Surrendering to mending   Grounded…

Hand in paw and paw in hand, This tells a story That man’s best friend is this poet’s true love and the sound of claws on the hardwood floors welcomes me home, everyday

After the long journey through the night through the ink black of northern Wisconsin, through the AM stations crackling polka tunes. began the Minnesota mornings of misty rivers and dewy fields, sleepy cattle at peace in the meadows. Tired, squished and impatient children wanting release…

The warning signs were all but ignored. We tried to stop it but it was too late. It had already metamorphosed and We woke up to a society we didn’t even recognize. Now we fight to reclaim a world that was never Lost in the…

The Hayloft We entered the barn though grandpa’s workroom smelling strongly of engine oil Then past the old milking stanchions empty from before I could remember Finally, ultimately, up the ladder Made of wide boards and attached to the end of a feedbox Difficult to…

The smell I remember: It smelled like what it was a burned down bowling alley hauled to our end of town dumped at the edge of the swamp behind our grade school blackened possibilities bursting in all directions We scavenged like hungry avengers amazed at…

At 8:37am last Tuesday, I smelled the end of summer. It promised to leave with lightning this year, promised more rain. I believe. I haven’t met a season I didn’t love, that didn’t fill my lungs and keep my heart beating. Last year, fall promised…

There should be a place you could walk to When you’re young. A place with hills, gauntlets for the bike with one speed (as fast as your legs can move it) and one brake (better hope the wires don’t snap). Hills that are narrow and…

It was behind St. Joseph’s, across an open field, hay and earth, The last traces of green gone, poised toward the vernal equinox. We jumped the fence, lugging a six-pack of Schmidts and a pipe, A small bag with something, maybe hash or Thai Sticks…

Losing Faith in real women, Inmates seeking pen pals, No Faith in real women learning to live.   Bitch fought me for years, lead family to homelessness, Single black female in search of marriage.   Nerdy city guy, nice guy tired of online dating, I want…