Category: Poems

Not sure which bird lifted first before the whole flock

First find a frail wooden dock off the shore of a body,

Waking up is always disappointing, your people still dead, Ukraine still invaded

Shark-infested liquids are good only if you’re a shark – even then, the silence.

Fourth grade, I vomited on a stack of workbooks Mrs. Smith was grading.

The bluebird of happiness, peepless all these days, sits atop a crooked fence.

Monday Rusty scissors in clumsy hands. A ponderance somewhere. A body of water, something resting at the bottom.

Think of your brain as a trombone needing slide oil and spit valve relief. Frontal lobe as lazy soloist.

Even the shampoo salesman attended the funeral, sat by Gary and Guelda lathering up his sympathy, strength of faith, power of prayer, promise of lavender.