A poem about dogs, about the idea of dogs.
A question
Category: Poetry
the devil’s fingers
a murderer
doesn’t realize
The Regions of America
There was once an admired branch of the US Government, epitomized by the title Supreme Court, but that doesn’t exist any longer.
Death of an Idea
This poem urges us all to pursue our thoughts, our ideas, to their ultimate conclusion no matter how frivolous they may seem.
A Rhetorical Question
A complicated response to a rhetorical question.
Kept at Bay in the Bay
One step out, not sidestep, from West Africa,
One firm stride, with full slide, into America.
malaise
what is this strange feeling in me,
that gnaws on my marrow.
Anchors and Angels
How the wonders of nature and life can sometimes be lost in translation or even during the attempt to describe them at all.
Torture by Telephone
A tongue-in-cheek description of an annoying phone call
it takes awhile…
to forget childhood traumas or hideous
events like world trade center falling
Crows
Tired of hunger
tired of emptiness
Heresy
Every day is a headache when come morning time the lion or lamb will come to ruin a Shepard’s day.
The Lives of Jellyfish
I can’t stop thinking about jellyfish. I can’t stop thinking.
Welcome and please remember your Islamic hijab
I walk quickly inside a lantern’s wall
my own fingers struck one hundred matches to the flame
The Urns We Carry
My sister-in-law died last spring from a drug overdose. We found out that the funeral home would seal her ashes in several different urns.
Silent Wings
Tell me of your night
its whispers and its clouds.