I am the naked rock at the bottom of a ditch,
constantly regretting its place in the world.
I am the pine tree celebrating its contact with the wind; 56 more words
5 days ago
LaGuardia to Orlando International Airport
I noticed waiting for a flight from New York to Orlando
that Billy Collins was in the food court,
eating with chop sticks. 141 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
I’m the concrete your bare feet padded down
as I backed out of your driveway.
I’m every grenade ever rolled at you
that never exploded, 49 more words
2 weeks ago
I saw your car
pull away from the curb, and,
just for a moment, I saw myself,
as if beheaded by light shining off
its chrome. 86 more words
Anna of the woods and hills.
Anna with the soul of the universe.
Anna of the tiny blades of grass.
Anna went north and married someone else.
it’s a little funny how the hurts hurt us
a secret told only to those who are ready to hurt us the most
those ready to learn the hurt of a bird, the hurt of a cat… 42 more words
3 weeks, 3 days ago
A local color—imagine this color on your lips.
Now, see the differences in us, and see through
the many specks darkly, if you wish, go deeper… 17 more words