The dirt is destroyed from swaying years of care and neglect. A layer of new sod with that green wire that doesn’t biodegrade followed by no watering, no tending, no rinsing. Dust. Repeat. But I dig down. First with the tiny shovel. Then the big…

POEM 05 It’s as naked as you think Gary is in that “soaker tub.” Tilly his girlfriend gifted him that pitiful little black lamp and that tiny meditating Buddha, both gifts of love. Gary is stoked by the white starkness of that bathroom and the…

the entire 200 year old house was a  time capsule and if it’s walls could talk the tales they’d tell listen you can imagine the voices of plantation owners slave  workers rebel soldiers brother against brother the civil war history tucked away in every corner…

Poem 1   The Last One   When she was a young mother with a toddler and an infant, she said that she would make  note of the last washer load of dirty  diapers she washed. As the children grew, she realized that she could…

Death is real, Though I’ve never known it be. Rather, I’ve never been able to make it real.   To say I yearn for death wouldn’t be quite right. My frontal lobe is buried under debris, But the rest of my brain cannot find it…

Crack. Twist. Hard pull. To whomever finds this, Mom made us use the word whomever. It’s January 1, 1962. John F. Kennedy is president. Mom made us put that part in, too. We are Sam and Erin Jakes. This is our time capsule. We hope…

  Time Capsule   My shovel struck a rock which was the obvious thought until I dug it out to see that it was not.   Much too deliberate a shape quite wide and so oblong. I had to start to scrape.   Clanged with…

A poet strives to be understood; To say something that touches the mind and heart as only a poet can. A poet always has something they want to say; good or bad only time can make the distinction. The meaning of what is being said…

My arms curl round his neck. It used to be a thing. The kisses on the cheek. The side glances with little buds of a smile. That was a wedding day. Wedding day things never last. I suppose. One day I was laying on the…

Carried to The Edge Brought back home, a tasty trip Thank you, Pizza Hut!   (A haiku is a Japanese poem consisting of three lines, with a syllable count of 5/7/5. This poem inspired by my lunch menu — the awesome crispy thin crust super…