Best Audience Ever

With the outhouse door flung wide cigarette snowing flurries of ash on the jeans at my feet I read poems aloud to the trees— Could have sworn I heard  the snapping of twigs. (from Wobbly Man, Red Dashboard Press, 2016)

Cleaning the Attic

for Lauren I’ll just say it— I envy you, love.  Up and down the narrow rickety stairs with (I’ll say this too) an embarrassing amount  of what we kept but did not need while the real work, the work of combing the ratty hair of the past is done—dusty  photos, baby clothes the mother’s day …

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Posing with Willow

In one photo I was wearing my Sunday suit, leaning on a little cane, showing a mouthful of disorderly teeth.   It was summer. You could tell by the willows, and it was not Sunday because I remember goofing around that day, finding a little black cane  in the back of the garage, then putting …

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Buying Stamps

Buying stamps I’m handed a book full of flags.    Nothing strange, nothing you wouldn’t expect in an American store, in an American town,   but I ask – What other choices do you have?   Celebrate! one book says, over and over in primary colors.   Another, a page of pastel flowers. I’ll take …

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What Then? After Rilke

And when you agree To the wild And the dangerous habit of Love You’d make of yourself   What then?   What Of the awkward Swan As the night glides in His   Clumsy gait Her Uncertain returning To ground?   (from The Lawnmower Poems, Foothill Publishing, 2019)