Listen to my #poem, "Smile": That tired smile / again --- / a pink / dogwood blossom / wilting / on the windowsill. https://t.co/XI17Ru0D7u
This #poem was originally published as "Mom Made A Phone Call". Hear me read it on #SoundCloud https://t.co/UfrVgSp8m9 @Sjonorama @HugoHouse
Since #MothersDay is upon us, I'd like to share a particular poem. Hear me read my poem, "Fawn": https://t.co/7OMG4jGDcA @idavar @Boinkaz

Pet Project Showcase

Pet Project Showcase

I’m currently completing a collection of intensely imagistic Appalachian poems structured as stitches of memory quilting together the pieces of a narrative. My new collection is entitled Whipstitches.

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Pet Project Showcase

 

Fawn

Planted in
the tall timothy,
your dappled hide


took root and you dozed,
trusting
that she would return


before the mower
found you.

Random Ramblings

The word ‘serendipity’ is an elegant foxtrot of consonants and vowels.

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Serendipity

The word ‘serendipity’ is an elegant foxtrot of consonants and vowels.

You know you’re getting old when everyone starts reminding you of someone.

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Old

You know you’re getting old when everyone starts reminding you of someone.

The butterflies always find a way to slip through the keyhole and keep me.

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Butterflies

The butterflies always find a way to slip through the keyhole and keep me.

Featured Photos

The-Lot

The-Lot

Cinder-Blocks

Cinder-Blocks

Holdfast I.

Holdfast I.

Holdfast XX.

Holdfast XX.

Stalled

Stalled