from a train, anonymously
from the train it’s all backyards of ramshackle houses edged in rusted chain-link fencing or tumbled stone walls. with dusk fast approaching...
Down by the Pier
Most tourists left weeks ago and snowbirds have yet to arrive. Seagulls don’t care and cluster by the pier each morning. At...
Midnight in Madeira Beach
An evening breeze rustles linen curtains and stains me with waves of jasmine. Unable to sleep and drenched in sweat I plunge...
Wandered Off
An abandoned beach reached by a gravel path across a low hill littered with boulders, thorny shrubs and sheep. Far from any...
just an impression
an early morning fog obscures distant docks. beating against the tide sailors row out toward skeletal shapes towering up against a gray...
late december
my driveway is half-shoveled. above me stars peek through gaps in the clouds. it’s late. while neighbors sleep i clear away snow...
seagulls
each step along the boardwalk sends a flurry of seagulls skyward. to my right the angry gulf thunders against a rocky shore...
hush
she asks me for patience but my heart races and pounds beneath my chest. to my recollection i have waited centuries —...