Music
The Poignancy of Rock ‘n’ Roll
What makes up our dreams, our songs, our poems… they’re the only reality that truly matters.
Poems
Sorrowful Lines from the COVID Front Lines
I will tell you the thing / I will never forget. / Watching them die / in breathless regret…
Poems
Fieldwork ’95
Let me tell you how bad it is: / Last week / my neighbor was out in the field / trying to get some kind of crop in. / He got stuck….
Poems
fingers through my hair
First published in the Fall 1995 edition of “Reflections,” a quarterly by Wordshop Publications in Conway, Ark.
Poems
hearts are falling
in the 13th month / hearts are falling / colorless cutouts / hang from the glass
Poems
commandment
commandment sundown america, one-six-twenty.two-eleven, morning, tehranclutter flutters, shaking downavenues of blood oath. vengeance! the echoes cryvoice of thousandsricochets stone to stone,sleepless to sleepless, dust to dust. their commander, soleimani, is dead.ours, trump, is mad,eyes wild, master of allself images on divided screens. genius! the delusion fliesvoice of onericochets lobe to Read more…
Poems
“a million miles…”
Short walk.Softly snow falls,quiet, seeing. A flake floats, hovering moment.Changes the wayback, continues to descend. Surfer skimming crystal.Tender power, creation,cutback along the crest. Then on down.Down down downbelow the swell. Crunches underboot.Breathless momentinterrupted. Rigs on the highway.Distance of thousands,far. But not so. Sounds another dimension.Gliding across waves,a million miles across. Read more…
Poems
Child’s Religion
This early morning quiet / Many inches on the ground / Falling softly still, six-fifteen / Straight down, not a sound….
