Poetry: First Light on the Old Man

First light strikes the old man with cobwebs in his eyes. He’s had enough wildfires, covid and Afghanistan follies, So he cocks his gun and squeezes the trigger from the cheap seats Where he sees but never hears the leaping prima ballerina Land en pointe. There’s applause but is it in front or behind theContinue reading “Poetry: First Light on the Old Man”

Poetry: The Slow Crawl of Night

The Slow Crawl of Night In darkness the scent of french fries Follows me along the frontage road. Plastic bags cling to a cyclone fence. Cars speed by, drivers indifferent To my hunched over figure. I enter the cheap cologne mist Outside a 24 Hour Fitness Where people watch themselves In large glass windows LitContinue reading “Poetry: The Slow Crawl of Night”