Mother Moon wanes, hides in the moments just before dawn. Hanging on to the last perched at the horizon bushes and fog obscure her once stately features. The night clings
Mother Moon and Father Sun Take a Smoke Break (NaPoWriMo17 11/30) Read More »
So hey, my buddy Ryan Rose had this idea to interview my ahead of the release of my new poetry chapbook. I dug this very much. So much easier talking
On Lock: Interview with Ryan Rose Read More »
I’m too tired tonight like any other when I have to wait this late to get a poem off my plate. Plus: it rhymes, too. So suck it.
Here’s Your Poem (NaPoWriMo17 9/30) Read More »
I missed you all tonight. DIY show for which I have no merch paid for this appearance with clapping, and high fives. I missed you all tonight Ida Mae eating
Occupation: Poet (NaPoWriMo17 8/30) Read More »
Poem for the Older Set The proper term of respect for my elders is “sexagenarian.” Not that I want to think about that and the laughter swells (even if they
Poem for the Older Set (NaPoWriMo17 7/30) Read More »
I think I tried this last year. Struggling through the day: amid laundry, dinner, dishes piled high. Bathtub, filling up, just enough the rest upon the floor, now, your eyes
A Christian Man Tries His Hand at Parenting (NaPoWriMo17 6/30) Read More »
The golden seething summer sun settles in the west. Beams, like bristles, a pointy sundown crown. I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been waiting as you walk away
Sundowny (NaPoWriMo17 5/30) Read More »
The slow sweep of her geological clock the Pangeatic drifting as Mother Earth conjures up grim futures fissures faults.
Continental (NaPoWriMo17 4/30) Read More »