Lucky

Luck is just probability. It’s math and statistics. Nothing more. And yet, when I look at you, Lucky is the only thing, I can possibly be.

ALICE

she was a tractor, and Alice Chalmers, a restored red/orange piece of history that Grandpa poured sweat into, bringing us an easier way to break the ground; Ol’ Alice was a beloved family member, parked near the lonely cherry tree my Grandmother planted before Alice…

The Late One

The hour that slipped away The disconnect in the brain The forgotten task This is the poem that was late by five minutes

Perfection

The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They’re never a threat, always…

THIRTEEN

This is not about the kitchen table The kitchen table never touches the floor, hangs from the wall like a shelf. The kitchen table where we ate so many dinners, its three sides and the three of us. The kitchen table where we read the…

Walking Through Life

Who will walk with me down life’s path? Will someone take my hand and with me traverse life’s terrain? Who will it be that shields me from life’s wrath? Will someone protect me across the land never letting me to feel pain? I will hold…

Cancel the Band…no dancing tonight!

Cancel the band…no dancing tonight! Under the Canopy out at the Lake the wedding took place though it was a mistake The bride knew for weeks he was not the right guy but she just couldn’t handle saying “goodbye” She put on her makeup and…

Surrounded my Soul

The pain of the darkness that surrounded my soul. Their wasn’t no more light in my soul. The darkness of the pain that surrounded my soul. Will never be no more light of love. the love that used to be in my soul was. Darken…

August Memory

We rented a Jeep to travel over rutted roads to the family’s welcoming piney wood cabin. When we reached our destination, the panic I felt had dissolved into joy. We were cloistered by the tranquility, hominess and comfort of the gingham curtains and canopied bed….

12 poems in

Another beer in and I’m back again I’ll pay tomorrow but tonight I’m free Everybody loves me Or at least I see it though the beer And the way they stay near The pool is too cold And I’m too old And nobody likes my…