Poem One: There to be Found

There to be Found That’s not the way she found us Huddled in sheets tossed to the wind No puzzle box limbs expertly locked In tension, loaded for action, Already commenced.   That’s not the way she found us: Hands on hands on face in…

Getting Home

There are many ways to get hime You can go on Nakoma Road, Old Sauk Road, Old Middleton, or Gammon Road. There may even be other ways, satisfying, interesting, dramatic, or dull ways; Yes, home; there is only one 805 Blue Ridge Parkway. One kitchen,…

Hour 1- Tearful Topography

I am on my side centipede  For the sobs have drilled to the core already  Cracked and vibratoed  I have fallen into the aftershocks  The little trembles  When the ache is deepest Has dripped its way through my throat  Rested on my chest  Tripping over…

Untitled Hour #1 Poem 9/2/2023

Door cracked slightly ajar A slip of mid-morning light through a thin atmosphere of dust and cat hair This is where the past found me Terror in one hand Wonder in the other

Time to Begin to Begin

It was a day Like many days past. Up, showered and dressed Tasty cereal down the hatch. It’s Saturday, fun day No work, only play But this day, this Saturday Is Poetry Marathon Day! Getting started for some Can start out a bit slow I…

The Road to Somewhere

  The Road to Somewhere     I made a small gesture by paying the ten cent toll on the trip that all my learning prepared me for though I didn’t know it at the time.   The small entry point to Canada welcomed me…

Hunger

Imagine the late 1980’s United States of America A gathering with linking hands from coast to coast;   an unbroken chain of communities linked despite differences;   Hands Across America   in common cause a benefit to feed hungry Americans a frozen frame captures my…