short poems about life and love

as a crow cries out one blossom petal reluctantly falls...

another rusted sunset — and underneath this rolling wheel churning day into day and season into season when there’s nothing left to...

alone in a sea of sand it stood for centuries braving all elements. beneath its branches camel bones were scattered in the...

while watching a youtube video my daughter asked me about the “continental divide” and what it might mean, what it “stands for”...

i see them seemingly everywhere i go and wonder if they see me too. at the grocery store lined up in green...

the first poem emerged while sitting in the st louis university library between classes. it was usually cool and quiet there and...

dead leaves still matter (even as we rake them away to the compost heap or stuff them deep into plastic bags readied...

a jet readies for landing. by the look of it i’d guess a boeing 747. and while i glance skyward following its...