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…

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…

words escape me now i may have to hunt them down blissful sleep beckons   inviting ground waits i could lie down and look up let the words find me

Combat Sarong This sash is made of memories emotions and things pulled from times good and bad It hangs loose on my body, it used to restrict me round about a few times, I pull it taut when you come close Silat started as a…

Rhetorical Question I asked her a million times if she was sure I believed she could have anyone And a million times she said yes and she said it through short squeezes and hugs and she said it through little gifts and nips at the…

in the silence of my mornings pen in hand i write the dust from my heart to make my world whole and filled with love again after the ugliness of the unseen has left its mark on my heart.   those early words on the…

  I am shrouded in the shadows. I wonder how long it’s been. I hear a familiar voice calling my name. I see your mother moving my way, arms outstretched in an embrace. I want so much to ease her sorrow, soothe the pain that…

my brother, bless him, was the sort of child who had the energy of a ferret wild he never met a tree his limbs did not christen his weaponized eyes with tears would glisten my mother’s imploring refrain “just be still, and listen”  

POEM 24 I have been a rolling stone for years now, traveling from state to state. Six months here, perhaps a year  or two there. Uprooted, unsuited left out of that steady flow of home. If I didn’t have or make a desk wherever I…

Light bends defiant speeds in flashes wraps around finding its own path   standing tall ready impact never comes this time another trick of light   darkness walks steady absent of chosen pathways mysteries abound