This poem first appeared in August 2026 in the online journal Granules. Devil Inside I, too, am sad the Earth is dying. Ormaybe already has. I ownmy own contributions. I want and waste.I conspire and consume. But there is a devil inside methat feeds on the breathy humof the inline six risingfrom growl to silver…
This poem first appeared in January 2026 in the online journal The Beatnik Cowboy. Obsequies Now that it’s done and dim, let’ssmoke cigarettes and paintmy floors blue. Fire the lawyers,hire a small plot of happy. Throw back the curtainsin the drive-up motel. Crackedvinyl and an empty parking lotand wonder how to leave next. O to…
This poem first appeared in May 2018 in the online journal Typishly. A Small Town This town where my wife and I have made a life is the largest I’ve lived in. For her it is the smallest. In her old city shopping was anonymous. She bought wine at warehouses. Since moving here, she dresses for…
This poem first appeared in print in the Spring 2018 issue of Evening Street Review. Order a copy now for 2018 delivery. Swept Away I could sweep the floor at your suggestion, timed perfect with undermeaning. I could take the broom and delicately move across the kitchen floor, or I might sweep that floor in…
This poem first appeared in print in the Spring 2018 issue of Evening Street Review. Order a copy now for 2018 delivery. The Mechanics of Aerodynamics Trips begin with high hopes that last until I reach the ticket counter and the baggage agent tells me my suitcase is four pounds overweight and I’ll be charged…
This poem first appeared in print in the Spring 2018 issue of Evening Street Review. Order a copy now for 2018 delivery. The Details Are Available A webcam, internet address embedded in the video, sits feet away from a nesting pair of eagles in Decorah. 70,000 daily viewers, mostly school children, watch every move of…
This poem first appeared in print in the Spring 2018 issue of Evening Street Review. Order a copy now for 2018 delivery. At Work Sometimes we hold the door for each other if someone is following close enough, or fumbles for an ID badge. But it requires a “good morning” and some eye contact. I…
This poem first appeared in print in the Fall 2017 issue of GFT Presents: One in Four. Order a copy now for late Fall 2017 delivery. View from the Storm Surge The phone beeps and the watch on my wrist buzzes the same alert, announces an update. iMessage, SMS, non-stop notifications. Twitter feed, news stream,…
This poem first appeared in print in the Fall 2017 issue of GFT Presents: One in Four. Order a copy now for late Fall 2017 delivery. Lost and Found Could you stop at the desk on your way home and ask the clerk if anything of use was found today? If it’s as simple as…
This poem first appeared online in the July 2017 edition of Ground Fresh Thursday. Liner Notes You won’t choose the music anymore, there’s just too much. Thousands of songs, ripped onto hard drives, searchable in long lists on small screens, nothing real or tactile, nothing that makes you stop, remember, and want. You miss the…