POEM ALONE

He never let go of his cart—he’d learned to think about his balance—as he turned his trembling head toward well-stocked shelves. He bent to ...

The deer cast long shadows on the pasture fence; with three crowned heads, they are wise creatures walking to the city for the birth of a ne...

Tales of Brigid crackle from the car radio as we drive the roads, slick with dew, through towns and villages – Baltinglass, Blessington, Rat...

When I can’t get into you, I get into a white magnolia tree, where the Northern Flicker pecks & pecks above me without severing a branch...

Louis has had quite enough. This business is for the birds. Only an idiot beats his head Against a wall so thick, It leaves a permanent mark...

First I have to switch off the flashing light that says no poems about poetry , then I have to set aside my Billy Collins voice, which is ha...

I picture him lying on his side against the brown and white pitbull, feet flush against car door. A stained sheet, attached to windows  and ...

Salt words dissolve into the sound of rain When I was younger I remember Looking through the window blinds while outside A snowman mouthed s...

You say, “Trust me.” I say, “Why?” You say, “I have something to show you.” The whisper of a waterfall echoes between your gaping edges. “Yo...

At this point, I can’t say how long ago it was when the doctor hinted that, slowly, I was dying. Hell, aren’t we all? I thought. The body fa...