How sad is the word “almost”? They almost left. She almost knew. He almost confessed. They almost killed. I almost told you. We almost lived. I almost was enough. Almost…

Divorce can be ridiculous. My mother is a terrific cook, as was her mother before her, as they both taught my brother and me. My father’s mother could not cook to save a dog’s life. In leaving my mom, my dad knew what he was…

An essence of life, Accepted on the heels of the prurient. Beyond Redemption’s entreaties, Bound by our callous desire. Cravings temporarily satiated, Credence of your body. Deliverance of your soul, Diabolically you recieve me. Union of the sacred and profane.

Smallest of the litter, I didn’t want him at first, my eyes on his bigger sister, but he won us over with his determined fight as he pushed to get to the food bowl, trying to make his way through the mass of other wiggling…

As one does, I wondered why one never sees black funeral crepe in museums. Wouldn’t that be a worthy keepsake of a passing head of state? A link with history, with the noteworthy days of old? Was the crepe rented? Used again? Discarded? I decided…

I’m not drunk, but the room is spinning I’m not drunk, I just think you’re pretty I’m not drunk, I just need some sleep I’m not drunk, but let me just tell you you look great I’m not drunk, I just want to kiss you…

We’re rolling down the windows tonight, moon shining bright, everything’s gonna be alright, cage the elephant said “something don’t feel right, I’m tuning out the music to tune into me, a poem from within can be so hard to see. The depth of my art,…

I’m taking a walk.   I’ve got it all planned Up the street and over to Jan’s.   If she’ll walk with me, we’ll go pick up Pete if he is not asleep. We will walk to the hill the one over by Bill’s.  …

Old Senator Roundtree   Today we lost a giant sequoia of a man in the Senate. Senator Thomas Roundtree lost his heroic fight with cancer. He had served our state for the last 43 years, a pillar of democratic ideals and an all around good…

“Dear John”   I write these words to tell you  I love you   the scars that you left   pages burned nothing left, but ash   casted out to call my power back to me   I write these words as they, set me…