The past here seems always present;

winters piled on one another

like snowbanks weathered into

graying clapboard where every

third house seems for sale.

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This antique shop smells of sea
salt and algae, so we exercise

our lungs and search for a maritime
telescope to ignite the whole world, make
ships on Atlantic horizons swell large

like rising tides. Continue reading →

If my mother hadn’t told me I would always
love women when she told me I would always
love writing, well then, I wouldn’t have this poem

to write. Continue reading →

If I think to how many times I’ve sold
you the benefits of my company, I feel
sorry that you didn’t bring experience
of used car shopping to our love
affair. Continue reading →

Grandkids of all ethnicities

can tell who and how

metal and men made

Dorothy Gale’s rainbow

across San Diego’s harbor.   Continue reading →

it was easy for us then
like winter, we arrived
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            For Brad
 
 
My brother and I knew our town was invisible
from the freeway. We were going to have to make
a signal fire. Continue reading →

For most of a week,
 
it lay in the crotch
 
of the same curve where
 
the man died, flung
 
from his scooter
 
head-first into the yellow
 
fire hydrant. Continue reading →

for Carson P Boyd III

 
On that uncertain Friday night
            twenty-six years ago, I said,
 
“Why wait ‘til Monday? Pour the rest
            down the drain and make
 
that call.” Continue reading →