Spring Cleaning

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

SPRING CLEANING Cleaning house todayOf old boxes full of dust and memoriesTwo stood there as they had Since the summer monthsMy father’s “things”It is time with the spring cleaningTo clear and take the final stepThe final clearing and maybe...

Smok, Smok

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

                Smok, Smok I don’t know how to spell those words, But I know how they sound. They sound like a crazy man On a black and white television set. A crazy man who wore a silly hat, Played the piano, sang, and...

Late Night Phone Calls*

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

                                                 Late Night Phone Calls The baby came crawling to me tonight Saying “Da, Da” With...

Watching, Too

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

                         WATCHING, TOO I looked for you In the eyes of every girl I saw today Some eyes shined bright But not like yours I listened, too For your voice I know it well Though I’ve...

The Memorial

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

The Memorial Could it have been a dream? Brought back by this wall of black granite Towering above, Stretching beyond To blend with the falling mist. Black to gray to black. In stark silence that belies the violence implied Of these thousands of young lives, Of the...