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”
At eleven, I didn’t have the word to describe it.
I didn’t have the right words to tell, either.
So when I tried to ask for help
I got an eye-roll that said boys will be boys.
Continue reading “Violation: A Poem”
This poem is a rework of an older one, inspired by today’s daily prompt: Frantic
We never did find the cat in question…
Continue reading “Bones”
This poem was inspired by the escapist fantasies I had when I was a child (and still have sometimes).
Continue reading “The Wild Girl”
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.
Continue reading “Snowmen for Paul”