Counting to Ten
tries to sleep hoping not to wake before bars close and footsteps find the hall stale booze and cigarettes paint the wall like hushed mouth secrets taken to family graves doors squeak shut she counts...
View ArticleOpen All Night
i stumble out of last night into sunday morning beating the church crowd to denny's i keep a sweat stained poem folded inside my hat under the band i pull it out sometimes between night and morning...
View Articlewaiting for the end of lonesome
i know a girl who writes nothing but sad poems 'bout how she can't go on the way things are how the computer glow comforts her nights typing alone numb to the vodka she chills in the freezer says she...
View ArticleThe Last Lonesome Poem Ever Written
i was about six when my dad said this is hank opened a can from the land of sky blue waters and sang I'm so Lonesome I could Cry he sang all the sad songs the lonesome songs without a woman songs he...
View ArticleHaiku Island Love Sonnet
stealing island sex hidden behind the ferns and the rare hibiscus our hemp hammock swings between two curved coco palms short steps from the sand the blue water breeze caresses us like magic silk...
View Articlea.k.a
you have locked yourself in this castle tower now guarded by demons and the recently damned they slide you food under the door enough to keep you going there is little escape no prince or white knight...
View Articlefirst gig
we were a teenage cover band playing louie louie wipeout & house of the risin' sun from the back of a hay wagon right behind the original jc penney hamilton missouri my mama's town my family tree...
View ArticleBottom of the Ninth
--for Bobwe grew up playing until dark be home before the street lights came on mowing vacant lots marking the bases with scrapes of wood or cardboard sandlot baseball a pastime passion we were...
View Articlewhen the drums stop
dusty ford pickups line the street in front of the tomahawk café where everyone calls you hoss oklahoma is ok one street town running into oil rigs at the edge of white painted houses speckled...
View Articlewhen angels visit
it is usually when I come home walk through the door of birthdays and christmas mornings or late at night when for no reason i wake up shaken heart beating too fast to catch the brief smell of...
View ArticleLast Chance Blues (in Six Sentences)
(Six Sentences, I believe, is billed as flash/micro fiction. I think it is poetry. It is hard to draw a line.) Last Chance Blues It is the blues of bent note melodies that cry through tear gas of...
View ArticleOne More Round of the Long Sad Lonesome
Long after mom died I found these three poems written about dad saying how she missed him, loved him, hurt for him, and how she wanted to call him when she felt that long sad lonesome. I never knew...
View Articlemother’s bucket
we often dream the dreams we’ll forget in the morning but each night you hover above us angel wings touching the tip of the moon holding your bucket of blue stars dropping each one gently --they...
View Articleit's just me and a beat up harmonica
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View Articleboys of summer
in 1965 dad took me to my first baseball game kansas city a’s municipal stadium on brooklyn down by 18th & vine saw my first black kid up close parked our impala in his yard next to the porch for...
View ArticleSection 60
the wind blows most days in section 60 children & mothers & fathers & wives & you leave small stones on white marble so others will know and rub the name with blue crayola for the...
View Articlehank williams a.d. and me
nobody since has had the corner on lonely on country blues so lonesome that everything written a.d. is plagiarized robbed in broad daylight i know my bucket’s got a hole in it but not large enough to...
View Articlewhen death comes
we buried ashton today he was 19 half blind and deaf i dug the hole next to the mary statue in the secret garden my wife held him for hours stroked his head talked to him in low tones and sang him...
View Articlesometimes when she looks at clouds
driving south on 71 highway i see rain in thunderheads wait for the lightening to crack the sky my wife says see the old man with the long beard reading the book to the little boy there a...
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