Poetry Month / “Drown”

Way back then, in sophomore science class, we were taught that our bodies are made primarily of water and that seems perfect to me because there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t want to drown in you.   This is an excerpt of my poem, “Drown in you.” Please visit my Amazon…

Poetry Month / “Twist cap Boone’s Farm”

We are noses touching before foreheads. We are birds trying to leave the nest. We are a tent revival preacher casting out demons. We are the taste of twist cap Boone’s Farm while overlooking the lake and trying to see the future.   This is and excerpt from my poem “Twist cap Boone’s Farm.” Please…

Poetry Month / “A new cure”

  A bucket full of pennies, I found my well and kissed each coin before tossing it into our future. And as the caboose rolled past, and the view beyond was distant but clear, I saw you standing on a log holding a fistful of dandelions against the fast fading train, scattering your own million…

Poetry Month / “Neon buzzing”

Along the route, and under Budweiser neon buzzing, in the barroom window above I killed time buying beer with loose coins collected in a Chevy pickup ashtray and trying to count the number of streetlights between you and home.   This piece is included in my book, “Country Songs and Backroad Love Notes” – available at Amazon…

Poetry Month / “Suction cup arrow shot in the dark”

  And as the pain flows like waterfalls over the side of the bed, and your little body is drowning in a sea of blankets I take aim with today’s carnival midway prize and proudly make you my suction cup arrow shot in the dark.   This is an excerpt from a poem of the…

Poetry Month / “Temporary constellations”

Lying on our sides with the harvest moon above, we use peach wine and Levi’s corduroy friction to fend off the chill. As clouds cover the moon we send up our silent prayers and watch them form their own temporary constellations.

Poetry Month at Backroad Poetry / “Alabama mix tape”

Using a behind-the-ear algebra class No. 2 pencil, he rewinds and Alabama mix tape so it can be played through pickup truck speakers. She stares at his feet, studying what will one day be carrying her away from here. This is an excerpt from my poem, ‘Alabama mix tape and a No. 2 pencil,’ which…

Poetry Month at @BackroadPoetry / “Eventually I will miss you forever”

I had one eye closed to the future and the other looking towards a phone booth confessional, while trying desperately to forget that eventually I will miss you forever.   This is an excerpt from a poem of the same name that appears in my book, “Country Songs and Backroad Love Notes.”   

FREE ebook download / “Descending the Beanstalk”

  This weekend, April 7 – 9, my ebook of short fiction stories of love, loss, and rebirth is available for free download at Amazon. Although the book is in the Kindle store, it can be read on any e-reader. Here is a review of the book: :This is a deeply emotional walk through times and…