Love in the Latter Part of Life
Love in the latter part of life, Is more than a sudden squall On calm September seas That rises and abates. It is an unexpected gift Like the smile of a young girl To a stranger. Or a childhood portrait… Read more ›
Love in the latter part of life, Is more than a sudden squall On calm September seas That rises and abates. It is an unexpected gift Like the smile of a young girl To a stranger. Or a childhood portrait… Read more ›
At Buddy’s place, So deep in the hollow The sun has trouble finding it, You can dig your heart out In search of crystals (To effing China if you like, says Buddy) For only one dollar a head. Bud… Read more ›
As sleeping children Place their arms Around their pillow, So we embrace our grief, My fingers tracing circles On your moist cheeks, Your warm breath Caressing my ear With words like “it’s all right” When clearly it is not. … Read more ›
Ever since the world got blended Billy don’t come round much anymore. He told a coon joke at the Legion Hall and no one laughed. They thought he meant the banded critters that come into your campsite. His own grandson’s… Read more ›
In his senior year, Blue became his lover Then his bride. She locked him in her cool embrace And pulled him down to depths That sunlight could not reach. . The tender green of early spring, The red and gold… Read more ›
Alberto has visions. You can see them mirrored in his eagle eyes, set in a face so finely etched he might have carved it out himself with the sharp edge of his chisel: white bushy brows, unruly beard, high forehead… Read more ›