La dispute

You in the living room You on a Tuesday afternoon A breeze seen when the curtains move You by the window with both feet up on the couch Where you sit and you read and I watch you From the office, the...

I heard the old man's voice break Stutter once then stop it, I heard A sentence started confidently Halted by the sudden absence of a word Stumbled and he sputtered, trying to find it back Something...

If I could play back every moment to you now Spent lovesick and swollen on Mornings mincing garlic On the counter by the sink If I could hit the instant replay On only every good day Would any of it...

So here goes… One last letter now One last attempt to make sense Who have I been writing to? I'm not sure any more What have I been trying to accomplish? It's a mystery, I guess Self-made secrecy...

I knew it was far too late To walk out on the lake then Halfway to the middle thawed I wasn't doing all that great Had I cut my hair short? Had I grown my beard out long? Had I gone to school or…?...

The River Bank The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail...

Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it, but most repeat the same theme over and over again. It's as if they were trying to refine what seems so strange and off and important to them. It's...

...for everything Night fell on me writing this And I ran out of paper So I crossed the name out At the top of the page Not sure why I'm even writing this But I guess it feels right It sort of feels...

Another shooting on the south-east side This a drive-by, mid-day Outside of the bus stop By Fuller and Franklin, or near there Not far from the park About a block from where The other shooting was...

Like a shadow on a shadow A phantom in a film strip Faint glimmer of the past Trapped in mother's old slides Sits still in the apartment While sifting through some pictures Of the child that he once...