Category Archives: Original Poetry

A Poem for Your Consideration #poetry

I’m still hoping to get back to writing new stuff soon. I’ve got some ideas for rants and essays on here, and I’d still like to practice creative nonfiction before I try to send any out. In the meantime, here’s another blast from the past, selected randomly. Perhaps it sucks; perhaps it will change your life.


Last night the moon fell.
It exploded in
A field, gouging depths
In the dark landscape.
Nearby, a cold river
Flowed to nowhere else.

Today he fails to
See the blank hole in
The sky. He walks through
Fields of asphalt and
Drinks bitter air from
Riverless facades.

Cities never miss the moon.

Couching on the grass,
Wrapped around a cup
Of frozen peace, leg
Shot off by dead men,
He collects loose change
And ignores children.

Symbiote from wars
Leeching babies born
When he could stand straight,
He defends his name
From unseen monsters
And dying ideals

When the moon comes up again.

Missing the Kids–A Poem #poetry

Today I had to take my son and my youngest daughter back after having them at my place during their spring break. I’ve been doing this kind of thing for nearly twenty years, and it never gets easier. This is how it feels.


You wave goodbye as they drive
Away, already mauling video game
Aliens and tapping their feet to
The rhythm of a song you’ve never
Heard of, forgetting their promise to
Look back before they vanish this time.

Or perhaps you sprint madly for the car,
Slam the door and clasp the seatbelt,
Reverse gear down the drive and
Rooster-tail through gravel to the nearest bar,
Leaving them to wave at your taillights
As your façade collapses in their wake.

You cannot betray their belief in
Your stoicism, your ability to take
The separation with blank aplomb.
You must remain an optimist, the
Guardian of their right to devastation.
But you can never cry.

Instead you must spout cheerful platitudes
That echo false in your throat.
They might as well be slogans
Advertising incremental hells:
“Only two weeks” and “next summer”
And “before you know it” and “soon.”

If you say it long enough,
One day you might believe yourself.

Here’s another poem #poetry

I hope all my readers (both of you) haven’t lost patience with my posting some existing creative works here instead of regular blog entries or brand-new stuff. I’m enjoying the time with the kids, and hey, why CAN’T I post some stuff like this if I want? Right? Anyone?


In the barn she floats
And worships motes of dust

Raw and big-boned
Country girl nursed on
Jack Daniels breasts
And corn bread suppers

Contemplating splintered
Nails and virgin beds of
Unspilled milk at breakfast
Falling through her hair and

Never dreaming that
She dreams of pitchforks