train’s gone
standing alone
at the empty station

this empty room
coffee brewing
the couch—my only friend

another night with demons 
the last drip . . . 
of a fifth of whiskey 

monday night
under the light
the taste of dirt

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

family dinner
adult talk
I bite my tongue

protecting the country
returning home
children have grown up

clothes on a bed
decisions to be made
nothing fits

the reflection
in the mirror
is absent

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

mother and daughter painting
is their conversation
as good as ours?

a tight hug
5 more minutes
please

fussing
it tangles . . . more
the knot undoes itself

tap . . . tap . . . 
big bend of rod 
as monster splashes

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

lying by the window
her old bones
warmed by the sun

far-fetched field
calmly . . .
awaits the caretaker

sitting cross legged
by the grave
the flowers have wilted

he kneels down
to the grave, and
places a squeaky toy down