cool fall evening
strike three you're out
Cardinals lose!

4inch heels
walking back and forth
tomorrow they’ll feel just fine

a pair of jeans
faded and torn
but damn, I look good

missing an eye
snuggly soft
good night teddy

the lipstick
she left
on my coffee mug

there he was
standing strong
and now he’s gone

four leaf clover—
scared to death while I get
my first tattoo

the painting of him
in the hall
always a little crooked

a crisp fall night
smoke fills the clear sky
as he looks at me

Forest Ave
big old brick historic
only true home

among the leeches
and cattails
an overturned canoe

her something old
is my something new
and blue

late in the game
big trouble brewing
the bullpen phone rings

walking alone
in the woods I go
hunting

old compound bow
relic
shoots em straight

chill in the air
he draws her close
for a kiss

little girl's tattered blankey
makes it through the wash
one more time

used the boat twice
why even bother
throwing away money

bat, ball, glove
the little boy
with hopeful dreams

hand in hand they walk
down the aisle
forbidden

limo ride
kin inside
tux and dresses

wife shivers
husband's shirt
drapped on her shoulders

Deuces wild!
two on, two out
two balls, two strikes

slowing down to see
Christmas lights
through the car window

the sun shines bright
I work through lunch
deadlines

work
homework
slee . . . repeat

Go. Go. Go.
deep breath.
a beautiful, lonely petal

pages of the book
visible by candlelight
faint cries of a baby

it's been a few months
on my couch
you are sleeping

laughs and giggles
no blinks
this kid never sleeps

an old shotgun
sitting on my mantle
four generations

cuddling every night
it keeps her calm
stuffed animal

snowsuit
torn and ripped
dad's last one

a toothless smile
she takes her pillow money
to the store

curveballs at age 12
arm hurting
Tommy John future

stadiums empty
lockers cleared
offseason thoughts

his dad's arm
his mom’s head
a complete player

you do
I do
KISS

her tail wags
& ears perk up
Mom's home

laying there broken
and fighting to live
hand in hand

silver shining bright
through his head of hair
I do

lights dim
glass of wine
you and I

he comes to the belt
checks the runners
winds
and
fires

jet black hair
glowing skin
big brown eyes
mischievous grin

under the sparking tree
our gifts stacked
Santa

handle wobbles
griddle worn
best waffles

Baby cries
with a stuffy nose
can't blow

Sunday night
friends and family
touchdown

her eyes look through me
her face telsl me
I said something wrong

fingers and paws on my keyboard
haiku v l r b q 3 poems
harder with a kitten

family heirloom
kicks like hell
never jams

the strings are becoming thin
lacing each notch tight
before going on the ice

right wing
left wing
the same old bird

long winding road
the sun shines through
the trees

perfect night
I wait
for his first move

an off key lullaby
from a loving mother
perfect to me

mile after mile
laced up tightly
comfort

as I lay in bed with you
the distance between
How lonely I feel

morning breath
under the covers
how peaceful they look

sunrise
the chill from the earth
as I get my newspaper

metal grate of an uncleaned grill
old flavors
in each new bite

rusted out frame
gears grinding
it's all mine

early morning
mom likes to read
grandma’s Bible

full draw
heart pounding
steady aim

calm sets in
on his chest
I feel a heart beat

herd of elephants
coming through my ceiling
instant headache

my thumb
perfectly in a hole
of my favorite grey sweater

two birthdays no daddy
daddy cries baby hides
please come home before im old

the familiar creak
of the door
you are finally home

this old rotten bench
good memories we've shared
year after year

your kiss stinging my lips
I close my eyes
gone again

one shot two shot
one mom two mom
two destinations jail, cemetery

me and my babe
Saturday night
popcorn and movies

pain in my heart
pain in my head
wishing I could turn back the clock

faded and worn
wiggled on perfectly
can't let go . . .

outside the ballet room
the parents crowd
around the window

the curtain is pulled
the lights shine bright
our little ballerinas

turning the key
of this old truck
memories of grandpa

pot roast for dinner
not as tasty
boyfriend eats anyway

soft warm grass
lying on my back
counting the stars

4 a.m.
clock keeps ticking
wide awake

that torn up book
you can never put down
I love it so

dog tracks mud inside
mopping again
How I love those eyes

me and my babe
Saturday night
popcorn and movies