Keepin' It Real


I mean

for real

poetry month

can go pound sand

I mean every month

is for poetry

but I cannot figure 

how to write poems

in these times

I mean

if you want the truth

I am jealous

of people writing poems

today and tomorrow

and every other day

I've written a poem a day in April for a long time 

but am a little broken now and would be glad to pull 

just a few out of my scrambled mind this year. 

Probably will delete this because it's too whiny LOL


Another Pandemic Spring



my forced hyacinth

is cloying and sickly

sweetest blooms turned sepia

in a wash of melancholy

like sunbathing topless

in a patch of warmth

trousered against sea air

carrying salt

to cold puritan beaches

where around every corner


might hold witches after all

hungrily sunbathing

in sickly-warm memories of spring

healthier hyacinths

better days

Using words from Kerry’s March list on Instagram

Reminder that I share stuff there too @runawaysentence


Found Poem for 2021: Unspeakable Loss Version


This week,

the USA passed a milestone

    so grim

    so heartbreaking

    so unnerving

       & unnecessary:


*quoting Dan Rather, Midweek Question on Steady@substack.com 2-24-21


Valentine's Day


If I could

I’d use

all my best blues

to paint you

and me 

feeling free

the color of the breeze

and my sigh

your hand on my thigh

as we drive

shades of being alive

me and you

all my best blues

I do


Found Poem for 2021: Big Lie Version



evidence exists 

upon which 

a reasonable jurist 

could conclude 

that his statements 

were accurate 

or not

and he therefore 


they were false

*brief by Donald J. Trump defending against impeachment, Feb 2021


Baking Brings Few Surprises


my batter bowl


always remembering

a busted bread bowl


like the piece of me

that’s chinked off


(protecting my bowl)

   that piece of me   

could be mixed in batter

ingested with these cupcakes


to find its way back

through my belly


A New Year


I want to write poems

on kites

soared across 

the wide river

jammed with ice

like my mood


and stuck

I mean really

what would happen

if I flew verse so high


beyond the oxbow

brown-ice cornfields


and everything


The Hard Work of Hope


Friends, I’m truly honored that editor Elizabeth Macduffie 

submitted and Mass Poetry selected one of my poems 

to be featured in The Hard Work of Hope. If you click below, 

a poem I'm particularly proud of certainly fits this theme. 

In fact, I think all of my poems are on this theme and I covet 

the name of this series. Anyway my poem is called "Progression,"

originally published in the spectacular Meat For Tea

I hope you like it. And I even provided a fun writing prompt.

Thank you, friends, for reading and supporting my work. 

Here's to whatever 2021 throws at us:


"Progression” in The Hard Work of Hope