One Star At A Time

You must cut her loose, before she drags everything down.  Yet, I love her so and my ax is in the shop.  You recall the tombstones.  A walk on a chilly day in the cemetery.  You’re at the state penitentiary, the one with the extra tall walls and there’s her first name written in stone […]

View From The Ceiling

Self-doubt is eternal in the kissing dream, the wedding night, a horse on the hill The pain in your foot is from a spider bite and the frightening swell comes as Mother strokes your hair Hesitation bleeds into all the tenses like flowers blooming at night, the woman turning her face into the darkened doorway, […]

Needle and Thread

Where to begin?  Somewhere between the song notes and the vanished smile, like a room turning into another life. The sort of existence trapped in the gravity of a liquid planet and you are together once again and the air you breath fills you out into a new life, with fresh faces, as if the […]

The Genius Of Sadness

The phone rang and she picked it up.  “Can you come in here?” he asked.   She rose from her desk and walked down the hall to his office and went inside.  He wasn’t there, of course, and she wondered where he might be?  Slowly she turned around and left, closing the door behind her.  On […]

You Struck A Match In The Rain

You missed it The collapse of the city, the pain and the falling down You limped along the stone pathway for the last time The used syringes and lion faces staying up with you, every hitch taking you away She was still in the city, waiting for more than guns, more than bombs, she waited […]

The Days

The days are like dark men, sitting in my bedroom.  They are asking for information; they want to know my most personal thoughts.  Who I have been fucking?  Who have I been lying about?  I can see their shoes beneath the table sticking out.  The leather is scuffed and the soles are separating.  The glue […]

Letter to Jan, Aaron, Kari, John, Donna, Leland, Keith, Donny, Pete, Dave, Ethan, Mary, Billie, Naomi, Joseph, Glen, Karen, Manuela, Peg, Chuck, Wendy, Mike, Rob, MMM, Convert, and William

I wish I could write about smiles under a box kite.  My father held it above my head and I could feel the wind upon my face.  We’d made it the night before at the kitchen table.  The spring grass went on forever and then he let the kite go and the wind caught it […]

The Airplane Pilot Crashed

You were driving down from Tucson.  It felt like you were on your way to a funeral or maybe the party afterward, where everyone told drunken stories and cried.  Interstate 10 was a blood artery feeding Texas on a hot summer day.  It was working for you as you cut through the heat haze.  The […]

Dressing

When do scars become beautiful?  I have asked myself that question a number of times.  In fact, it is always on my mind.  I can’t shake it.  Love is part of the answer.  Beyond the scar we must look for the tatters of love and it is like a difficult book we have been assigned […]