Sometimes Friends Don’t Have to Talk

by | Nov 13, 2018 | Poetry

Sometimes Friends Don’t Have to Talk   Just before I met you for lunch todayI got a call.It was a short messagefor the caller knew that once she told methere could be no words back from me.“Could” being the magical words there.“Sweet Jane died” she...

When You Quoted Dumas And Cried

by | Nov 13, 2018 | Poetry

      When You Quoted Dumas And Cried I was driving through the countrywhen I got the call.It was shortfor the caller knew I wouldn’t have anything to sayor maybe I should sayshe understood I would have been rendered with no way to talk. For she knew us...

The Only Part of Christmas That I Remember

by | Nov 8, 2018 | Poetry

           The Only Part of Christmas That I Remember These dayseven this early in Novemberyou can’t escape the Christmas seasonthat seems to start earlier each year.Not my time of yearand that’s for sure.It hasn’t...

Maybe Home is Calling My Name

by | Oct 13, 2018 | Poetry

Maybe Home is Calling My Name In the never-ending search for homeI still can’t find it.Not the physical placenor some spiritual planeor feeling that wraps its arms around me.Moving here and theredidn’t bring me where there was any hopeof home.Even moving back to where...

The Next Thing You Hear of Me Will Be That I Died

by | Oct 13, 2018 | Poetry

The Next Thing You Hear of Me Will Be That I Died More than milesor months, days, and even yearsapart.How or why really doesn’t matter now.It is one of those thingsthat just is.Maybe you think of menow and then.On my birthday, perhaps,or when one of those songs...