short poems about life and love

joanie’s “diamonds and rust” echoes in my earbuds for the seventeenth time as i sip an ice-cold beer and remember the day...

some things don’t find their place, no matter how hard you jam them into a mold. but love was her tool, expertly...

is a mirror more than silvered glass? and whose face appears within the glass? the hurricane lamp’s flame flickers, black oily smoke...

i. Without warning the sky can fall in neat needle-stitched rows. Precisely spaced and GPS guided, bombs obliterate cities older than time...

I imagine every town has that road you cruise with your best friend, the tunes cranked loud on the radio heading to...

i. my dad always said that your mind doesn’t age, and then one day an old man stares back at you from...

i thought of you today while driving north on highway four-forty-one… green trees a blur past open windows, the radio blasting “paint...

there is beauty in forgetfulness. of letting the past slip like ashes to the floor as you venture into an uncharted future...