Prose & Poetry

Decency is simple, not showy— just being a good human. I pick up my pen, tracing […]

and sowe crashed and burned,salt-slick flames licking the hullas the sky turned awayand the sea pulled

                   tonight needs no introduction     now our friendship is as fixed      as sea meeting land  

Detritus, natural and manufactured, congests the marsh near my farm in Tidewater Virginia: beer bottles, birthday

Gilded but disinherited loner With impious smile is crossing streets; Skeletons’ jumping in dirty puddles Frail

Apollo was one of twelve brothers ranching on the big place at the foot of the

Along the bend of middle atmosphere, I’m flung into your arms: an open arch strained &