I’ve been telling the policeThat I don’t know where I am.When really, I do. I admit that I recognize this scenery;I mean, I’ve lived in this house for three years.Don’t have to look at a street sign when I drive to work,And the guys at the smokeshop know me by name. Yet,Something perplexes me whenContinue reading “Tridecennial”
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Bedside Table
Auntie has a secret book she keeps. Open the door of the mahogany nightstand.Down on the left of the bottom shelfLies a white tome ordained in red thread With blue and gold flakes in the finish. Auntie’s written a thousand verses,A hundred poems.Stories that capture all the lives she’s lived. The pages have no linesPhrasesContinue reading “Bedside Table”
The Redwood Blues
The trees had lost the will to speak. The means to do so were abandonedsoon after. I imagine they grew tiredof the constant inquiries of man;Met time and time again with a refusal to heed. We warred with one anotherwhile they suffered in silence-Saplings planted amongst rocks,In outskirts between road and more road. We attemptContinue reading “The Redwood Blues”
