funeral roses
the whiskey
goes down smoother

gravestone
his whole life
summarized with a dash

light path
still surrounded
by darkness

road kill
where was
it heading?

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

cool pillow
have i ever made
someone cry?

fallen leaves
crushed forever
so am I

love today
gone tomorrow
tulips

dropping the last picture
in the flames
his name burns with it

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

voice inside my head
you will never
fill those shoes

suffocating me
the weight of an elephant
keeps me under the covers

cold coffee
my cup is chipped
so am i

first snow of winter
all the trees
dead

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

just when things start
going your way
detour

stepping on gum
the ground asking me
to stay

stagnant water
the dead fish
breeds live bugs

the decaying log
sinks            waterlogged
wanton

stars in the sky
stepping out of my shoes
for joy

jumping
the crescent moon
my hurdle

cascade of rain
the roof creates a symphony
never to be repeated

English Folk Song Suite
the jaunty melodies
never leave

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

a ring
24 karat or plastic
means the same

old diary—
she finds the rose
from their first date

we fumble over one another 
and giggle an innocent giggle 
wine warming our cheeks

her plaid skirt swishes
hips accentuated
by confidence

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

spinning in circles
i look up
dancing with the stars

rain stings my face
I tilt my head
towards the stars

morning walk
a bird call takes me back
to the mountains

i don’t remember
the driving
just you sitting next to me

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

silent staircase
         my steps cease
       for a moment of peace

first snowfall
she follows the trail
of a rabbit

we should get coffee
five years catch up
to me

the french press coffee
fresh smell welcoming me
spoiled cream