Category Archives: Poetry

don’t think
about your hurting
back.

small victories.

you don’t know
what to say so
you kiss her.

your face is
aflame.

last night
the boat decks were full
of late evening sun,
liquid
like the water
the boats float upon.

high-vis vest
while driving
the car.

the horse did not want
to listen to me.

massive slabs
of smooth concrete
make up the building.

it’s a surprise.

typically
when you return
to whatever
home you are
home-ing,
typically
it doesn’t smell good.

i don’t know
the names
of the berries.

big boats move
quickly into
the harbor.

the beginning
is blank.

the pressure
comes from wanting
to explain it,
not being
able to.

it is common
to feel a fear
over not getting it
right.

there isn’t really
so much
a thing as
doing.

we take
the young bodies
and fling them against
walls, rocks.

a small vessel
made of metal
not quite half full
of wild blueberries.

the plans were
thin and reedy

i don’t tell
my friends
about you.

on my birthday
i was a body
in the woods.

we know
just what to do
and don’t know
what to do.

it started out as
too big a bite.

scrape the bark
from the stalk.

the morning path
is laced with silken threads.

i complain
while washing the dishes.

i am interested
in a significant hat

parked next to me
a yacht
of many millions.