Category Archives: Poems

It ended up I didn’t marry Mary Jo. Her giggling, flirting flaunts, her teasing temptations, broke the lure of her lovely breasts and the thrawl of her silky Cherokee hair draped across her shoulders, down her back, frilling that wonderful … Continue reading →

I’m not a “nature poet”, writing poems of green forests, deep and ominous or mighty river currents carving canyons through the centuries. I am a poet of back yards, surrounded by neighbors whose squabbles and bar-ba-ques are woven into my … Continue reading →

Dear God, I wish I was Jesus! I’d take that cross and all of it to walk the wards to heal by touch. It wouldn’t be much to suffer that Golgotha day to have seen a smile on a lepers … Continue reading →

I will not stretch as some do. I cannot reach that far to give just-cause to a young girl with an angel smile and a trache-flap wrapped in gauze, whose twisted hand I kissed in worship when she touched my … Continue reading →

Our little pond is tannen brown, an opaque curtain drawn against the sun. Between this dark, watery world and this bright, airy realm, the Heron hunts. His feathered wings and halo, twisted now into horns and twiggy feet, his former … Continue reading →

The sunny slid down the great blue gullet. Not a smooth slide, more choke than swallow, but not a fatal gag, rather like a bad joke botched by an amateur comedian, stammered and stuttered on open-mic-night down the street at … Continue reading →

Father was fifty, still strong, aware, viral, a womans mans-man, but never loyal enough to be a one-woman-man. I was twenty, a cocky college sophomore chocked full with new-found but unsubstantiated wisdom, habitually playing the fool. On Thanksgiving break from … Continue reading →

If fate was fair, maybe he wouldn’t have been there, right on the spot where Little-David-play-on-your-harp’s stone caught him square above his nose, crushed his skull bone and drove the splinters into his brain so fast he didn’t have no … Continue reading →

It was clear to anyone watching which man was the master. As crystal as the Carolina Summer sky, stretched out, a turquoise canopy, high above the working men. It was not the owner of the mansion, peeking through the big … Continue reading →

Truth be told, there is no blood to hold the iron scaffolding of family around us. She is wife’s daughter’s daughter. I own no provenance to prove that lauded connection, to claim her, “Of my blood-line..”. But she knows I’d … Continue reading →