Proper Poetry

The morning that my wife died, after visiting the hospice, disoriented, disbelieving, desperate to see her, I drove home, embarrassed that...

When acquaintances ask "How are you?", you tell them "Fine", "So-so", "OK"; more honest with frien...

One old lady in my bed or lots of young ones in my head ?

A novel is a floodlight showing actors on a stage; a poem is a spotlight on one person in the audience.

You stupid boy, you silly girl, to throw away the lives that hardly yet were yours for some romantic notion of true love, for nothing tha...

Would you like to be something official, somebody important ? Do you crave attention but lack the talent to entertain ? Would you revel ...

That evening at the local lady's house, after the meal when the dancing began, you seemed to float above the dusty ground lifted by r...