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Dog Commercial
I often hear of parents doting on their small children. One could say I dote on my dog. He’s cute and cuddly and slobbers more than infants, I’m sure. He’s wholeheartedly devoted to me. And he’s just himself. He can’t do anything to remove my love – poop on the hardwood all he wants, tear
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Grand Illumination
I think about you a lot this time of year Among the turkey commercials and the Christmas lights You’re not here In another state but I hope you’re alright My memories are warm Even on cold days Remember we’d gather in your old car Your brothers and sister and as many as could squeeze After
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Portrait of a Friend
Your picture hangs on my wall It’s of us just 6 months ago One of our few get-togethers from adulthood I wonder if we’d hang out more if we could One picture compared to the many from when we were teens I wonder what happened to all the time in between Your smile doesn’t sparkle
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The Glowing Tree
Orangey paper Crackling in the breeze Among a cotton candy sky Light blue and pink Golden sun sinking behind the trees It’s just my dog and I Standing in the grass Walking, breathing, being I hope this moment won’t pass I stare at this glowing tree Probably like Moses looked at the burning bush I
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Acorn and Twig
She looks just like an acorn Round and forlorn She says I look like a twig Bent, behind glasses and a too-big shirt It’s later in the day and I’m indifferent We meet in a small space Like two packages in a FedEx truck It’s uncomfortable but I’m afraid I’m stuck She tells me she
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Mount Trashmore
Billy and I went to Mount Trashmore this morning. It was magical. Last night the clocks went back an hour. Before we drove off, I noticed that the digital clock in my truck read 9:11. I pulled out a bobby pin from the center console and stuck it in the little nub under “H,” just
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Running in Jeans
I was driving home And saw a man running alone He was strangely dressed Red sweatshirt Big chest Lean In his jeans Running I wondered, was he hurt or stressed? He didn’t look back He came to the intersection and had to cross the road He hesitated, unsure of which way to go I kept
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A Lady and Her Dog
His golden, wavy earlocks flap in the late afternoon breeze. His mom glances over when they’re at the stoplight. She sees the moist, black tip of his snout wiggle, a collection of miniscule cobblestones doing a slow dance. The pup smiles and rests his tired head on the open window sill. It sits at the
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