Words: Fair Oaks

Curing olives with my dad The glug of the garden hose In the tub of green fruit Golden fall … Continue reading Words: Fair Oaks

Stories We Shall Never Tell

In the dark We ran through the streets Slick with rain Back alleys Darkened windows Broken glass Rats The smell … Continue reading Stories We Shall Never Tell

You Wait At My Door You wait at my door, Your bite still fresh, Your cries Your pleading Your … Continue reading You wait at my door

Winter Cat A poem Cold Frigid air Can’t compare To the stare Of my cat “Where you at?” Wanting me … Continue reading Winter Cat (and other bad poetry)

When I read this I was touched by the power of the words and the subject matter. This is from … Continue reading Brothers in Arms

At 4:00 a.m. in the pre-dawn morning the owls sing their songs like a call and response in their oak … Continue reading Call and Response

Headless He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note … Continue reading Headless (a romantic Halloween poem… sort of)

Had You Stayed The Way You Were Had you stayed the way you were The night would have seemed brighter … Continue reading Had You Stayed The Way You Were