Ocean of Time
Timethe ocean at the beacheach wave a minutewashing away the lastas if it never existed. Time the sand at the …
Category Archives: Congenitally Self-Centered
That is the Question
To poem, or not to poem?Whether it is nobler in mind to sufferthe slams and comments of outrageous Twitteror take …
The Blank Page
There is nothing like a blank pageto suck all the words out of my headand send them, where?Things I was …
Coffee Isn’t Coffee Anymore
My new officeDoesn’t have a coffee potbut a KeurigCan there be community without a common coffee pot? I remember growing …
Where are my keys?
It’s a familiar panicthe fleeting feeling when I reach in my bagand my keys aren’t there.Wait, they are there on …
The Sandbox
So much sandit sticks to my legs, my toesmy arms and fingerswiping off is pointlessthere will beso much sandit’s a …
The Going is the Thing
Goodbye seems to implygood is inherentgood comes firstThat the leaving is most importantand therefore good. Au revoir, the French have …
I am Not Easily Charmed
I am not easily charmedyou, with your slippery flatteryand overly kind wordsdripping from your lipslike undergraduate adverbstrying to impress withstyle …
Who Writes Poetry about Wednesday?
It’s today, WednesdayLike every other Wednesdaysitting there, harmless, in the middle of the weekHiding its true importance(It’s trash pick-up day …
The Pandemic Puppies Turn Two this Summer
The pandemic puppies turn two this summerPuppies, all pets reallykittens, fish, birds, even a house plantOther life forms adopted to …
The Story Factory 