POETRY ARCHIVE

JULY 2026

Too often I cannot recall / where I put my keys or / left my cap but then some- / thing embarrassingly stupid / or technically criminal / I did as a teenager...

JUNE 2026

In placid pond water

By the moonlight, night’s shadow conspires with gnats, bats and crickets

Veiling the elixir, while the tiger drops its drinking shadow

MAY 2026

Life was once full of sun

and the slap of waves, where fish

swam in the blue of the day.

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.