This weekend, “County Songs and Backroad Love Notes” is available at Amazon in Kindle format (the…

There is a box in your basement or attic (or in last week’s trash) overfilled with…

It is my hope that you don’t end up following the wrong North Star, bur in…

This is an excerpt from my poem, “Monday morning messiah.” Please visit my Amazon author page:…

Way back then, in sophomore science class, we were taught that our bodies are made primarily…

I will hang love notes by the dozen with wooden clothespins from the branches outside your…

Before my final day with shaking hand but steady heart I will write you one last…

I want so badly to recite to you our future from memory. And I know that…

Please support Poetry Month by visiting The Ravens Perch to see my poem, “Had I met…

We are noses touching before foreheads. We are birds trying to leave the nest. We are…

  A bucket full of pennies, I found my well and kissed each coin before tossing…

Along the route, and under Budweiser neon buzzing, in the barroom window above I killed time buying…