I have a nickname for my older brother, “Big Brother”, in reference to the novel 1984 by George Orwell. This came about when my brother and I, after we had became friends, compared the book and its symbols, motifs and theology to present day America. … Continue reading With Sympathy
How to Not Let Winter Make You Its Bitch: A Survival Guide
Inspiration struck me this morning as I was digging around in my trunk to recover a flimsy plastic ice scraper (that may or may not have come from a State Farm insurance office.) It was also the simultaneous (and quite disheartening) realization of winter that … Continue reading How to Not Let Winter Make You Its Bitch: A Survival Guide
Poetry Trio from the Mountains
May - Green Mountain Falls, Colorado I To have two sets of eyes As my hound does, inspired & curious A split level pair of nostril binoculars Fueling the bravery of shoveling snout first into a dark hole. (Snort now, questions later) The tenacity of … Continue reading Poetry Trio from the Mountains
Poetry: Spring
crispy. like the skin of a green apple curled away from the mealy flesh by a crooked fingernail cloudy with dirt. salty. like the pickled rind of watermelon crumbly, chunked, sweating. sparkling. like the glint of crushed snail shell, the oystery smell of decayed root … Continue reading Poetry: Spring
I Shouldn’t Be Eating This
So, I thought I knew what a dry-spell felt like. I thought I understood the drought I was in. With every intentional thought targeted towards filling the tub, drip by drip, I never was any closer to actually getting my feet wet. I've talked about … Continue reading I Shouldn’t Be Eating This
Poetry: Darling Buds of May
I dreamed we smoked foreign clove cigarettes and the wine we ordered was young - '95 and tasted as bitter as our senile thoughts You caressed the cotton skin of your shirt and exhaled the perfumed smoke The whole house smelled of you now and … Continue reading Poetry: Darling Buds of May
Poetry: VIII
2006 You are so perfectly imperfect and I instantly love you only I ever notice the new callus on your finger the subtle change of your cologne the moment where you bite your lip before you ask me a question I'll have to behave myself … Continue reading Poetry: VIII
Poetry: Welcome Home
2006 Welcome Home The single most amazing feeling Of traveling Is the uncontrolled and complete Satisfaction Of seeing your luggage Finally come 'round On the number three International Baggage claim
Lenore, the Kitchen Witch
In the blue-and-white checkered kitchen of my grandmothers’ house in South Florida, a smorgasbord is being concocted. “Tennessee meets Cuba,” Aunt M will say, “No other way 'bout it.” My grandmother rests the heel of her hand on the smooth marble counter, methodically stirring a … Continue reading Lenore, the Kitchen Witch
Poetry: In the Morning
The earliest notebooks I can find of my own poetry is dated 2004, and so this has been (so far) a 15 year-long process for me. You can't improve if you don't keep writing, so I will be featuring old poetry, drug out from the … Continue reading Poetry: In the Morning
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