Left-Handed Writing

Left handed, I am not. I write with my right, I type my words and stories right and left, I send my message in every direction. Am I right? Who can say? I can hope that my right writes what's right. On the other hand, sometimes hope just isn't enough. Sometimes it pays to write … Continue reading Left-Handed Writing →

The Last Thoughts of Private Peret

what is this where am I dark what’s happening dark where am i silent quiet too quiet unnerving how’d i get here am i dead numb i can’t feel my body i know what bodies are heads shoulders knees and toes knees and toes memory fuzzy but good when did the urinal arrive it was … Continue reading The Last Thoughts of Private Peret →

Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange

Battle is eminent, My fingers feeling the bumpy, porous skin know this. The skin is the enemy, my nemesis. Cruel, firm, unyielding, it guards The sweet citrus prize. Battle has begun, My fingers clawing the bumpy, porous skin know this. The surface is difficult to penetrate. I hook a tiny section And draw the first … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange →

Simple Pleasures: A Mug of Tea

The Evening I Left

I lie on the pickup truck out in the field, and I gaze at the stars. I hear crickets chirping, and I hear the occasional faint breeze. I’m alone, and I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I faintly hear, or rather, don’t hear, the not-sound of my father’s not-voice as … Continue reading The Evening I Left →

Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Con A stately pleasure-dome decree: Me Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Man! Through caverns measureless to man Can Down to a sunless sea. We So twice five miles of fertile ground Pound With walls and towers were girdled round; Hound? And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Thrills … Continue reading Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan →

Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain

It’s dark outside today, The clouds are grey and thick with rain That falls, a wall of grey and song. Little drops, so cool and clear, Are little notes that all combine In a symphony of musical noise. It’s lonely outside today, The park is empty and abandoned, There’s no one here, save me The … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain →