
The Ghosts of Jr. High
They advertise the old junior high school now as luxury apartments. A community of renters of classrooms now better used Continue reading
They advertise the old junior high school now as luxury apartments. A community of renters of classrooms now better used Continue reading
Comes in on muddy skids Ignoring the calendar Shaving its low gray brow Undercover of a high cloudy sky Wet Continue reading
FEAR: that invention that keeps us good Believing in that house at The end of a road Paved with distraction Continue reading
Theirs are the young faces brightened By the garish blue-light of their toys They look up to cast wary, beleaguered Continue reading
There is a country rich in diamonds, Oil and foreign sports cars I know this – having read it in Continue reading
Not the express The one gladly missed Dawdling on life’s platform Counting cars Windows flashing light Quick, dark faces inert Blank Continue reading
Walking against the wind Off the lake slows my pace I consider the remnants of The coldest February on record Continue reading
Happiness builds a fast fire Underfoot the running child In fields wild with flowers Laughing, some unknown joy, That life Continue reading