A Poem of the Night A poemis a thoughtof flowersnear frost,dangling stiff,bitten bythe vampire teethof late fall,hanging desolatenear duskfrom a poton a patio porcha yellow lightbulb beamingconspicuously outwardover-chilled yellowgreen glazed grass.Snow now, the Asterdeep purple,falls last. A Migrant’s Empty Cup … Continue reading →

Turnips in Southern Tennessee Still In Tennessee, the shadows of the southernwooden structures stalled off the narrowhighway and came to an abrupt end.Lost in the deep eyes of forest green,closing in on night.From the top of a Yellow Poplartree scares … Continue reading →

I Feel Lightning in Your Wind I feel light in a thunderstorm.I electrify your touch through my veins.I’m the greenery around your lifethat breathes your earth into your lungs.I challenge all your false decisions and doctrineswith the glory of my … Continue reading →

Poet Staggers Cancels Out the Dark There is a poem in my hearta stop-gap love that cancelsthe chamber beats.I can’t dismiss the cane I walk withor the heavy, pounding heart, missing breath.There are prayers of my past etchedin abuse that … Continue reading →

Ghost I Am Here is a private hutstaring at me,twigs & branchesover the top—naked & alone. I respond to an old 60s doo-wopsong: In the Still of the NightFred Parris and The Satins. Storms are written in narratives,old ears closed … Continue reading →

Summer is Dying Outside, summer is dying into fall,and blue daddy petunias sprout ears—hear the beginning of night chills.In their yellow window box,they cuddle up and fear death together.The balcony sliding dooris poorly insulated, and a cold draftcreeps into all … Continue reading →

I Age Arthritis and aging make it hard,I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walkslow, bent forward, fear threats,falls, fear denouement-I turn pages, my family albumsbecome a task.But I can still bake and shake,sugar cookies, sweet potato,lemon meringue pies.Alone, most … Continue reading →