five years past
fresh flowers on his grave
each Sunday

late birthday gift
presented
to the casket

staring into the fire
faces of the dead
in the flames—speak

speaking his name
for the last time—
now truly dead

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

the screech
from the cat
October night

a cricket chirp
too quiet
alone

a crying mother
holds her silent
newborn baby

humanity
each wonder and achievement
humbled by the clock

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

sandwich shop fly
crushed
my hope

little boy's cry
his red balloon
gone forever

proof
existing exclusively
through logic and theorems

smack
a plastic star
hits my face

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

old bed pillow
capturing
forgotten dreams

darkness falls
never ending
sleep

valentine's day
all the flower bouquets
dead come March

stained coffee mug
never to be used
again