POETRY ARCHIVE

MAY 2026

There’s a hum beneath the floorboards,
low and constant, like regret rehearsing its lines.
Mother whispers it’s the furnace.
I know better.

MAY 2026

midnight sky

stars shining

between snowflakes

APRIL 2026

The ghost of Chuck Wong

Appears at your kitchen door,

Bargaining for your soul.

APRIL 2026

We don’t meet often / and that’s okay-- / it’s hard to meet yourself, / harder still when your twin / looks some 50 years younger / and relentlessly reminds you / of all the mistakes you made

APRIL 2026

on summer nights / Mr. Hanley’s accordion / coughs its way down the block / gasping like a donkey / with opinions about tempo

APRIL 2026

Spoken word. This is a poetic diss with no stutter count.

Shots fired. Missed me with the Canon shutter count.

My poetry, always be brewing: pour over and dripping

Pull up for a Pulitzer. Clap, clap, and I’m dipping.

MARCH 2026

I left home when the angst threatened / to flood the levee in the back yard. / No one could keep dry in the high winds. / It was me and my best friend loneliness, / waiting for something to happen. 

MARCH 2026

bad dreams / vague anxieties / unwanted thoughts / stowaways on peaceful / moments burrowing to / forbidden places

MARCH 2026

He sweats onto the grass. When he bares / the teeth of traps, fresh shoots ask:

 / “why do you know so well how / little things die?”

MARCH 2026

I’m not sure if I’m angrier it was for her or / that you spent money we needed for our / electric and internet bills