sweet nothings.

July 27, 2017

each tiny hair
rises and remembers
the warm glow
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Play on,
sad, little plucker
of despondent strings
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the magnified bottom.

July 10, 2017

Was it me back then
waiting so strange,
standing so small,
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grandma b.

May 23, 2017

Take your peace knowing
though they are young
you are lasting.
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rockabye baby.

April 1, 2017

this rockabye baby
cradling yourself
in small, dark spaces

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empty cars.

February 5, 2017

Manning empty cars
The radio feeds old pains
Familiar roads in the rearview Read the rest of this entry »

4am 4 years later.

November 26, 2016

That first light comes quickly
to the somber night bird,
the mid-day moondreamer Read the rest of this entry »

i am not the one.

July 26, 2016

or any other,
muse no longer.
Knowing that a
day would come, Read the rest of this entry »

crocodile crock.

June 14, 2016

You have them fooled,
like Caulfield’s phony-
guilty of that which Read the rest of this entry »

i still beep.

June 7, 2016

I still beep at your little, vacant house,
sitting somber for years.
I do think about your potted plants,
your tall backyard, Read the rest of this entry »

slow syrupy.

May 13, 2016

there truly is no poetry.
it is only whimpers
while lovers sleep Read the rest of this entry »

olly oxen free.

May 13, 2016

when the street lights scamper
through the moving silhouettes
of a Saturday night

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You will be here
tomorrow but
I’ve already begun Read the rest of this entry »

magic of the merry moon.

December 26, 2015

The magic of the merry moon,
lay within the clouds dull casting
of a melancholy illumination Read the rest of this entry »

humbled.

November 22, 2015

What need is there to be humbled,
amidst grand canyons, vast waterfalls, Read the rest of this entry »

boiling frogs.

November 16, 2015

Humble, little heart,
you’ll learn to like bubbles,
as it slowly starts to simmer,
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beloved funeral march.

September 13, 2015

From atop the rock jetties,
each wave beckons
a brisker breeze, Read the rest of this entry »

grand.

August 11, 2015

Here I am.
Side by side with
eons of earth Read the rest of this entry »

shaped by use and time.

June 14, 2015

I wonder if he’ll ever wear me well.
Embraces donned like favorite coats;
or patina on long-worn copper rings.
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sea glass.

May 28, 2015

Isn’t it something-
how a name once so fine,
achingly rolled about Read the rest of this entry »