Soldiers in WWI

Poetry: Meandering

Meandering Someone said, “Light this candle,” and we did and the greens & yellows & oranges & reds grew taller than any of us. With shoulders and teeth clenched but wallets laid open we rode the currents to an airspace no nation could claim as its own. When we got there there was the smell…

Alseep amid the guns

Poetry: Draw the summer a home by the sea

Draw the summer a home by the sea Our key was as low as sea level and as sharp as a dog’s last escaping breath before leaving us. And no matter what we did I knew the result would be the same and the thread of gold that we pulled from the flag, presented at…

Library table and chairs

Poetry: No devil, plenty of details

No devil, plenty of details I can still see that table and those chairs and your sun and the peace that filled the air and my heart, one I’ve never known before or since. I turn off this timer but I’m still at fault with you and with our meeting up the way we did…