came homeafter work,dog tiredand looking tocat nap. all I could think of todaywas sleep. not the work,not lunch,not dinner. not weekend plansor household chores,or church. just sleep. I love the kitten,but damn,do I love sleep more. eyes crossing,staring and straining,but not focusing. head falling,shoulders slumping,everything sore,lethargy overtaking melike an energy vampire.like Colin Robinsonfrom What We…
breakfast burrito: a poem
got a breakfast burritothis morningfrom a fast-food joint. it came in a soft paper bagwith soft napkins, too.they were once a mighty tree,older than man,but my—how the mighty have fallen. he lived a good long life,just count the rings. decorated bagsto hide the greaseup the sides.soiled spots,like splotches of melanoma.the napkinsmoist and dampeven before first…
early morning sounds: a poem
I just want to sleep in.that’s all I ask of today.can’t even get that. outside my sliding glass window,a pair of pigeons is going at it.they have built a nest upin the corner of the eave.my dog barks at them as they fly off, startled.I have known about it for a while,but I haven’t the…
chess: a poem
upon the checkered stage,a timeless contest unfolds— a battlefield of intellect,a symphony of strategy,a constellation ofroyal demigods,cavaliers,and foot soldiers. a silent war ofwood,stone,glass,andmetal. each piece,a symbol of hierarchy. each decision,a precarious equipoiseof peril and providence. a maelstrom of foresight,calculation,and intuition. ### This is poem from my book, “endless night of infinite dark“, which you can…
lone shopping cart: a poem
oh, lone shopping carton the side of the road.standing tall and proudin the dusty, high weeds. so noble, so free! far from home,scared and alone,only 5 years old.kidnapped from the corralwhen left open. so majestic is your stature:trapezoidal grocery cage withglassless food windows. useful despite your flaws:cracked handle,broken seat,squeaky wheelin need of W-40.left leaning (literally)…