Poems from CJP001
When I was young and summer was freshI used to watchthe wormsbathe in the drivewayduring a heavy rain.They danced aboutthe pavement,their...
I retreated from something, I retreated. I didn’t want it.
Intermittent stars of isolation, this heart drenched with
honeysuckle,...
There is a pile of children’s blocks stacked up beside this mother’s apron; they spell out centuries of secluded memories, long since...
I sat keeping score
My butt getting sore
And another more
And another more
Caskets lined up neat
Covers over the feet
Flowers on either...
There is nothing
like the buzzing
of your own heart
in your own ears.
Nothing greater
nothing worse
only dissonant
rhythmic changes
as...