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My poem, the Art of the Deal, was just published by the New Verse News. Here is the poem: My cousin Bobby tells me the ultra rich are negotiating for more sunshine on their compounds. He reasons that will mean … Continue reading →

I have two poems published by The RavensPerch today. Here is the first: My ancestors prayedtheir faithful hearts outin a little shulin the Steppes. Prayed to their godof gods in a languageas old as the civilizationthey hoped their prayers might … Continue reading →

My poem, Bibliosmia, is in the current issue of PA”s Poetic Voices. Here is the poem: BIBLIOSMIA That groggy MondaymorningI headed downstairs to my library to check a passagefrom The Good SoldierI had dreamt of that night.Halfway downI remembered my … Continue reading →

Desperado You better letSomebody love youBefore it’s too late. The Eagles. I heard you’reworking constructionin Wyoming,my brother, my friend. Living out of Dad’stattered suitcasein some crappy moteloff Interstate 80– the highway to heaven.I suppose you’ll do what damageyou can thereand … Continue reading →

My poem, Love Steve, was just published by The Green Silk Journal. Here is the poem: Love, Steve That old phototook my breath away.How had I misplacedthe memory?Did you? It wasforty years ago.The gentlest June—the sea, the sand, the sunon … Continue reading →

My poem, Graveyard, was just published by Persephone Literary Magazine. Here is the poem: Graveyard They laid it out on a risetoo steep for draft horses.It’s a lonely spot—but aren’t they all. Headstones scatteredover the two acreslike chess piecesplaced by … Continue reading →

My poem, Boketto, was just published by the Orange Rose Lit Magazine. Here is the poem: Boketto Sleepless once againI usethe Sturgeon Moon to pick my waythrough a landscape,strewn with boulders that overlooks the sea.I head for one called Poseidon’s … Continue reading →

My poem, After, was just published by Burningword Literary Journal. Here is the poems. After, we tookthe long wayhome. As if sucha simple actmight flummox fate. We area good people.We bury our dead and helpthe maimedto cross the road. Yet … Continue reading →

Snow this morning.Flakes as bigas oak leaves flutterin the eddying air,as if their appointmentwith the groundmight wait. I watch themfrom a windowthat overlooksa small porchheavy withgarden tools—artifacts from a forgotten season.I sip a third cup,warm in the warm houseand curl … Continue reading →