So the path continues So the path beckons How can I slow Or stop When the road continues Board by board beside a glassine pool

I’ve been standing here for an hour The rain just started up I walk past the line of cars stopped at the red light Windshield wipers smudging the just wet dust “Hey!” I hear One last hand waves out a window A buck in hand….

I remember when I left you. Both of us, angry, frustrated. Neither of us at fault. I went away to college. You stayed. You stayed. Four years with few words. Then six more with fewer. Still more years. You understood why. You were unselfish. I…

Dynasty The feather of a heron, the wings of a crow stirred my wandering feet beside the riverbanks of my youth, my namesake. I am John Heron*, a child of the Crow people, born the year after a great war, 1812. I fell in  love…

Look kid, What I said about the freedom of the road, I sorta made it  sound good so you wouldn’t worry. it’s tough and it’s lonely and you don’t eat every day. You wind up doing stuff you never expected just to keep going. I…

When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

My precious little tyke woke me up before first light voice like the flocks of parakeets in the trees at the transit center, a wall of noise of voluminous magnitude makes me smile as I cringe into my pillow. it’s too early, but never too…

Tangled curls, a mop Dirty clothes the same as yesterday Nothing kept, only left Into classroom go Teased again, what fault have I Only parents drifting from place to place Tethered I too am drifting

The sun on my back The wind in my hair Some people may say that Im poor My life i wont trade For their masquerade To me its their life thats a bore A suit for a backpack High heels for boots City lights for…

Home was a person with two sets of brown eyes and a wrinkled face. She was My heart, my rock, my caretaker, my everything… Fuck you, Death! You took my home away! She was my mother, my father, my grandmother, and grandfather. She filled the role…