a digression (really)
the first poem emerged while sitting in the st louis university library between classes. it was usually cool and quiet there and...
dead leaves
dead leaves still matter (even as we rake them away to the compost heap or stuff them deep into plastic bags readied...
elsewhere
a jet readies for landing. by the look of it i’d guess a boeing 747. and while i glance skyward following its...
manual typewriter
not the modern kind but vintage, an antique model with a black frame and just the right amount of rust (some would...
window ledge
painted figurines. a line of rocks and crystals arranged by size, shape and alleged healing properties. and hovering just above stenciled butterfly...
tin watering can
beside a rickety back step painted pale gray an old tin watering can lays on its side in an overgrown flower bed...
a turnpike
so much once depended on williams’ red wheel barrow sitting beside chickens ranging freely across some farmer’s front lawn. now a mini-mall...
pearl earring
a slight turn of head. her liquid gaze caught mid- frame which sails past all your defenses. face to face with infinite...