May 19, 2023 | Poetry
Ah, morning at the office. Nothing like the fresh aroma of burnt coffee. The chattering of sports scores: who’s sick who’s late who’s brownosing The empty seats bark.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
We were lovers long ago, I remember her face in the morning. A jigsaw of fine lines, her dayface dissolved in the pillowcase. When she left, her voice, stained and withered.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
I feel like… I never should have made Left Turns. A quantum particle at the gates of Hell. Quinine. I feel like… A Bentley Continental GT steaming down Hennepin Avenue catching every light. A piece of chocolate cake staring down the tines of a quivering fork....
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
Something inside my skin moves and I watch it scurry about. She doesn’t see it as she looks through me to find the margarine.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
Does my shadow feel? I see his foot tapping to the music. But is it in his soul? Is he the rhythm section to my big band? You only get that kind of love in a spotlight. When my shadow melts into hers, I feel his pain, and run...
