Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to locate you with a brass compass.   Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear, while nonviolently battling the Brits, I battle old photos through clear round gold frames   Like I learned da Vinci designed, in between the helicopter and scuba gear, on…

Poetry / “Diner placemat love note”

  I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday   But all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow   And on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value   While fearing the dark and squinting to find…

eBook of Poetry and Romance / “Songs You Can’t Dance To”

A mixture of equal parts of love and grief, “Songs you can’t dance to” contains poems that center on the anticipation and joy of new and maintained love as well as the sorrow and pain of longing and loss. Additionally, this volume includes eight works of short fiction that range in theme from high school…

Poetry / “Gunpowder ghosts”

Gunpowder ghosts   I am unsure that you still exist because my memories are grainy and out of focus like films of bigfoot lumbering across the landscape leaving footprints real or not   Perhaps you’re still here and are held up by invisible strings like blurry pie plates in UFO films that we once watched…

Romance / “B is for Browne”

B is for Browne     How will I know if we’re through, she asked half kidding, even though they’d only been together since the hot summer and now it was the crisp fall.   He explained that being a fan of what he calls ‘suicide music’ that any dark period in his life, and…

Poetry / “Context”

Context   I might tell you how much I enjoy being with you as if you couldn’t tell (I am that transparent) but it would be without true meaning   I should let you know how each of your kisses paralyze me for a beautiful brief instant (which is why I have to pull away…

Love story / “Blessed”

Blessed   I’d really like to start going to church, she said out of nowhere. He merged the old Monte Carlo onto the parkway on a gray day that was too fucking cold for March. It’s supposed to be the third day of spring, he thought, and in protest he hadn’t brought a coat.  …

Poetry / “Songs you can’t dance to”

Songs you can’t dance to   The cloud that covers me when I trace the curve of your back   The blindness that overcomes me when I see the back of your knee   The hangover I fight through on the morning after we touch   The momentary blackout you cause as you lean in…