Coming Home at Dusk How faint the echoesof a loaded boomboxbelting out its metallic grind.Every deadbeat voice in townwould have been proud;delirious over the soundof a prodigal son – coming homein combat boots sinking under a naked sky.Making a scene with the tide – shaking your fist at the rainopen throated like your father;howling blueContinue reading “Coming Home at Dusk”
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A Child’s Winter Show
A Child’s Winter Show Your voice receded like the sun – it fellbehind shadowed hillswith winter’s deft touch. The hours came – left usas slow as slow could be,drifting over blue dodgems and fever pitched furore. I wanted to reach upwith frozen hands, pullthe sunglasses from your eyesand watch the rain crying over toffee apples.Continue reading “A Child’s Winter Show”
Winter Swing
Winter Swing In this house & on this street,I heard you once;strumming bespoke chordsthrough an open sash window.They hung like snowflakesin the timid light,fell through black holeswith a handful of stars— in search of a cadencethat would ring true. And nocturnal showersthrew down in sympathy,had a damn good howlas I carried the tune,entertained it–unpacked itbarContinue reading “Winter Swing”
Plainsong on Black Keys
Plainsong on Black Keys In mornings feeble tones,the belligerent lighthouseplays hide & seek withlilac bushels of cloud fluff.Barbie pink petals falllike day-glo showersover a sea green sedan.A furtive semi brève crawls through the gapof the drivers window.It hovers like a tuningfork, turning overin mid song, as I chipaway at soft moundsof snow – pushing silentlyagainstContinue reading “Plainsong on Black Keys”
As if I Didn’t Know
As if I Didn’t Know Rumours of rain manifest.Incoming coastal spray & road dross lash the swingingwindow wipers down throughstate highway six this morning. Sinatra’s grinding it out slowin the back seat—starts puttingthe moves on me like an old pro.Here’s that rainy day againand don’t I know it sweetheart. I have to pull over beforeContinue reading “As if I Didn’t Know”
Classroom Windows
Classroom Windows I can’t remember it word for word.Not from preface to epilogue and allpoints in between, but I know you would have smiled or maybecried; torn out the page andpinned it to your cluttered dresser. That poem from your last yearbookwith the glossy yellow cover that younever held in your celestial hands. How IContinue reading “Classroom Windows”
Visions of Orion Poetry 