You know that lingering smile, before the payphone clicks through, when the moonlight falls like loose change on the bitter blue tiles and the person next to you begins to move like someone you almost remember. Back when dreams made sense. Back when colors ran across the night sky but made no sense at all Plate glass reflects the quick lights…
Month: April 2021
The Young Poet Retires
It was roughly forty years ago I laid my life as a poet at the feet of a roomful of friends gathered in my large bedroom in the large house that would soon become known as the South Central Kansas Center for Peace and Social Justice. Poetry had been my artistic identity since my early…
The One You Waited For
The sky is a gathering of storms, the river is a casting of jewels, the air is a punishing of all things that long to stand straight and tall, the moon is a waning of all things cold and brittle The redbuds are in full bloom, both flavors, the Eastern and the Okie. Even the…