Poems

All my current work, currently being arranged into a manuscript.

Cherry

Blessing

We’ve played this track so often it’s hardly us that plays.

A Reading

I found him on the beach, half-starved on his driftwood raft, barely able to form the sound of his own name.

Coats

The jersey was off-white, intentionally so. It stopped in our lost property years ago.

Express

The clock blinks one a.m., too dark to tell which road we’re on.
Cherry

House Sparrow

My sparrow is dying. But that can wait.
Cherry

Trellis

The morning after, our bottle bin overbrims. Time to pretend we’re anywhere but this living room.

The Book Club

The nightly flow of cars and street-side talk was so routine that when the nightbird turned its head and flew, it took a while to notice. Then silence fell upon us like a kiss.

Message

There's little more to say about the heron.