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Whisper my name When you don’t want to be heard By the table one more over When my name’s the only word You can think of, lover. Speak my name aloud When you need my answer on the phone When you’re no longer afraid When you don’t want to be alone. After all it’s only…

The Bead Loom, Part 1

The attending opened her mouth to speak and Margaret sighed on the inside. The worst question in man’s spoken history of inquiry was about to get asked of Margaret. She faced this line of questioning every 6.5 days. The internal content, the individual components shifted, but de conversation totale was always the same. Margaret must…

We don’t let our boys down by the lake… Part 1

We don’t let our boys down by the lake. Everyone knows it, but somehow this particular young boy got loose with his bike for a ride on a long, late summer’s afternoon. I can only assume he did so without his mother’s permission. Or at least, for her peace of mind, that’s what I hope….

Mum Fell Off… Part 1

My mother fell off her chair at Waddy’s. Which is what started it all. I should say “that” as in “and that’s what started it all” because Mom was an English teacher, and she always corrected kids who used “which” in “that” context. I never questioned her until that moment, sitting with a french fry…

Leaving Early, Part 1

“I’m too weird for parties like this,” I protested, picking at my jeans. They were stiff and shrunk from being washed. My clothes were getting washed a lot these days. I didn’t know how I felt about the constant cleanliness that came with long-awaited success. Mary, my roommate of about four years, replied with a…

Flooded

I am not the writer I am the words Words like ganglion And abnegate And mustang I am the words Lovely as spillage from overwrought syllables Whatever dialectical crime you might commit Caress me I am the words Poetry essays short stories novels Color sound taste and texture I’ll tell you about these things No,…

1003 Thoughts

Last in a series. It’s been a long year and we’ve all heard a lot of things we could’ve done without. Some times they come crashing down on you when you least expect it and you’re left scrambling, trying to figure out where scribble it down so you don’t forget. Sometimes the only place to…

1002 Thoughts

I couldn’t decide where the line between the poems written on the program were so I just divvied them up later.   Here’s one, or hell, maybe two:   “There are two different poems here,” I reflected. “But I’m not sure which is which and what the other one is all about.” Approach the ranks…

1001 Thoughts

Words written during a Very Important Intermission: Every year I attend the 1001 Nights show in Lexington, KY. It was yesterday if you didn’t know, and there’s no other show quite  like it in Kentucky. Last year I wrote some poetry while waiting for the show to start, including “Ray Bradbury and the Country Boy.”…

Happy Halloween!

Let’s celebrate with a little creepy poetry! Shall we? Creepy Feelings I know you’ve got a creepy feeling That someone’s staring from the ceiling. Pretty sure I’m not on the ceiling. I’m suspended right behind you. You’ve got no right to look alarmed. It’s only me tap-tapping at your arm. There’s not much more I…

Time to Burn is OUT!

Just in time for Halloween! Time to Burn is available now only on Amazon as a Kindle download or paperback. Two guys named John try to save the universe. One of them is dead.