Because I'm old and this is the Way I Do Things now...

The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…

The couple sit at an outside table at McDonalds.

The east wind probes through the eaves, pushing at the walls, as though it wants to drag us out into the cold, to swallow us whole.

Figures are a strip tease.

The wind comes up relentless in the afternoon

I was sitting on the steps in the entryway to our apartment building taking off my running shoes when I spotted a paperclip on the floor. I assumed it had fallen from the mail that my wife had just taken from our mailbox. Once my shoes were removed, I went down to pick…

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Here were men trying their best to kill other men....

Between chapters, he trained my dog, Buster. He taught him to fetch bottle caps, roll over for no reason, and to play dead whenever someone raised their voice

A Praying Mantis clover to bright emerald green landed on my sleeve and lingered as I worked in my hay field.

Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem

Let it rage. I shall not suppress you. Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides, until your sadness swallows you whole.

the only thing that impresses me now is the state of my inebriation

Cacao production had always been a tenuous enterprise insofar as commercial cacao tree cultivation had always been limited roughly to the land zones within twenty degrees of the equator north and south.