That night we drove down
a seemingly familiar street
that came to a sudden end
in a pool of darkness,
the weak beams of the headlights
no match for the swallowing void. Continue reading “Flood”
Category: Poetry
Bones
This poem is a rework of an older one, inspired by today’s daily prompt: Frantic
We never did find the cat in question…
The Wild Girl
This poem was inspired by the escapist fantasies I had when I was a child (and still have sometimes).
Snowmen for Paul
Writing about Glenna and Paul reminded me of this poem I wrote about Paul several years ago. I’ve tried a few times to write a poem about Glenna, but it never seems to come out right.
Dreadful Ideas 