Category: Poetry

Like They Always Have

Nevermind that, the children go alone
Kind of like they always have.


Speak to me in a language I can’t understand…

Powder Plant Poems

Three Times and Never Came Back

A Well Fit Lesson On Madness

Things don’t seem to move like they used to
like suspended in a viscous honey…

Four Short Poems

The Stars, The Artist, Sled, and Home

Lee at Appomattox

I wonder how Lee felt at Appomattox or Napoleon at Waterloo…