Beneath Skeletal Trees Now

Townhouse Wasteland

Poem for a Rainy Day

Chasing Ghosts

New Poem on Medium

Do birds sing in Ukraine?

Red-tailed hawk

Homemade pizza on a kerosene heater


The birds are still asleep

South Boston Speedway, 1988


What the world sounds like when you wake at 5 a.m.

To hell and back with a cigarette break in between

Stowaway On a Cloud

Ants Like Cattle at a Trough

The Catbird

If I abruptly go silent while on a conference call at work

Tin Whistle

William Carlos Williams was no poet

Summer waterpark alternative

The holder of ropes

Today is a blank page

The jumping spider and the tree