Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Message from Home


 All that August the house seesawed
between heat and wet. Bedraggled
relations in souvenir shirts wondered
if they’d brought enough clean underwear.

We exchanged gifts
earmarked for the junk drawer.
The front door swelled shut
and I cased the window like a thief.

They split into cliques,
filling blackout hours with clannish grievance.
I wondered why until my head ached.

When mornings cooled and we recognized
the coffee steam for what it was, we divided
snapshots, reminiscing already, energized
by the idea of parting.

In the wake of kissed air and reconfigured goodbye,
I stood at the door waving, long past the hour
that would have them turning back, frantic
with apology; and rushing into the house,
convinced they had left something precious there,
something they would recognize if they ever saw it again.

-first appeared in Town Creek Poetry

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


No Angel

Mourners overflow
the church
where a boy’s broken
mother lights a candle.
Its glow ignites
halting as first steps
radiant as a halo.

When the teardrop flares
it throws shadows against the walls.
When it gutters, they slump to the floor.

The mother will cradle her candle
as long as light persist
s. It is up to us
to fight its flicker
on the breath
of her fervent prayer: let something resist.

Friday, August 01, 2014

Three in Deep Water

 Janet has three drawings in Deep Water Lterary. Journal, a magazine that is not afraid of the dark.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

New Drawings