Writing

Mixing

lord knows/ i am difficult/ like a watermelon/ loaded/ with inoperable seeds

General E. Lee talks of pines

my uncle gave me a rope / and said knot / and throw it over that pine / and call for Xerxes

Daylight on the stairs

Take a trip to the abandoned attic.

The confession

How I savored that shrill- / Voiced excuse echoing in our / Bedroom but it was of / No use; it wouldn’t do.

Construction workers

A day in the life of a construction worker.

One fine morning

The stranger reaches out blindly/ Toward the illuminating door.

Cuba Road

I hear the whispers in the wind/ that aren’t alone in watching me.

An observation outside Deering

Good afternoon, Chinese Maple.

Would you mind?

I watch violet / tears streaming down you/ unnecessarily massive umbrella

The Encounter

Eyes like small slits, / New cuts / In a child’s knee.

The Birds

That day the wind blew across the lawn, / bending the leaves of grass to its will

Addendum to “73 poems”

a meeting of whomsandwhos / as we passed under the bridge

Raindrops on my windshield

We now reflect brighter and bigger, the conflicting scene
That hung around us, our backdrop.

Please don’t hate me

I’m possessive by nature/ like a dog pissing on a tree

Human time experiment

Plasticize, factory-sized. / Cold breath seeps deep, cools / The frantic motion of gears and wheels / And grinding circuitry.

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