Phil had been everything to her: husband, best friend, a nurturing father to their two children and a great provider. Suddenly losing him after thirty-two years of marriage left Joan reeling. It’s not as though she had ever been truly stable. But that was another great thing about Phil. He…

The day
has no visible stem
like any flower
I know,
and yet it blooms.

The petals
are hours,
minutes, even seconds
have wild
colors

and yet
they burn
like no flower…

She knew it wasn’t the wisest idea to drive out a few hours after midnight to get her laundry done. But dammit if her ginger cat King Pong hadn’t climbed atop a full basket of laundry and from some unfathomable and maddening motive pissed on her clothes. The apartment manager…

Sean Verbinski was a shitty guy who had burned through a baker’s dozen of shitty jobs by the time he was twenty-three. Because he was young, enjoyed the party lifestyle, was obstinately undereducated and still lived with his parents, the vocational washout situation was not really surprising to anyone. And…

Oh, the walking night…
the dark leaves play at frottage
over heads narrower and brighter than ours
on the inside. An apology spreads its wings
in the darkness above us. She flies away…

The poet died on January 12th the age of moonlight.
Humans are outnumbered by shadows at least two-to-one
on this planet. Substanceless siblings do strange, slow waltzes
around us, day and night…

I am afraid but very
much like a river
of newspaper in a dream;
the drip you hear when
it rains may be inside,
holding on to the sliver
of moon while driving;
spring crocus not cold
waiting…

Oh, to be like
the rolling stone
and have so many backs
you cannot choose
where to sleep
and with what
posing as who.