Tired Professor Syndrome

Tired Professor Syndrome   Professor Pela used to be good, old students said But we are yet to see him perform He’s in almost every committee He doesn’t mentor any one much, not anymore Looks like he’s counting the days to retirement But he has…

Cheese

G. K. Chesterton: “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” It’s no mystery Cheese speaks for itself Its dizzying variety Their names a poem alone The unending possibilities Either eaten in slices Placed on pieces of bread Melted Scorched Toasted Covering pasta…

Hour 24 – Home

I thought I was a nomad drifting along with the sands of time pitching makeshift tents where I rested awhile. I had one in my mother’s arms and my brother’s side one lost forever another across oceans wide. One lies in my partner’s smile and my daughter’s…

Alone All Along

entered together forest morning still and calm the journey begins   travel companion makes no sound in early hours i find empty shells  

Waking Me Up

(Author’s note: the sad thing is, this is pretty much my internal dialogue every morning) Hey. Hey… hey you… Hey… Hey!! It’s time to get up C’mon, you know it’s time No, don’t pull on my arm No, don’t pull me back to bed I…

Karambit

Karambit Curved thing cuts better than a straight out thing anyway this is how I rationalize my purchase and tell my date why I carry a weird fucking knife on my belt A concealed carry pistol she would have been able to handle better even…

Ode to 2020

Holy shit… What a year you were After 2016 I thought I had seen a terrible year I was wrong Some want to extract you from their history To strike you from the record I can’t say I haven’t thought of it But still, you…

Hour Twenty-Four, Home

Farmhouse Kitchen The place I feel most at home in all the world I’m sitting inside right now. The kitchen in our home in a small midwestern American town is my favorite place to be. Here, I work Sunday puzzles with my son, then create…

Song of the introvert

When I feel my skin All firm and fresh Able to brave the sun and wind Is in my home. My home is my solitude. So it is any land Time or space. My home is on a crowded street As long as I drink…