short poems about life and love

i. the opening line never appears to land precisely, despite rehearsals prior to the main event. and though they feel plucked from...

Cold rain hammers clay roof tiles, its staccato rhythm hypnotic in a room devoid of light. Through the speckled window, bare branches...

through my window moonlight dances between bare branches of the oak out back. i imagine stardust borne along its pale beam salting...

Seger’s “Night Moves” wove its spell in a room stripped bare of furniture as couples upstairs chased away their blues while the...

no candle fitfully flames on my antique dresser. cloaked in darkness, i kneel by an open window and watch a myriad of...

I. My thoughts drift like the dirty snowbank facing I-35 dusted by the pale glow of a milky sun unable to pierce...

out past the screen door night sneaks up like a black cat, dewy with fog. in the trees out back an owl...

you ask about dreams over morning coffee, steam from the cup fogging my glasses. sadly, i have nothing to offer. nights of...