Poetry

Throw out your face

Hey, old man What do you got to say? What’s on your mind today? You had a look this morning Tell me if you’re not okay You seem to be in good spirits All things considered But I can’t always tell with you You don’t ever get too up or too down Is there something you’re missing? Someone to confide in? Or do you prefer it this way? With no one to hear you at all?

Shoot me in the rain

They left me on the beach

Two Saturdays ago

A speckled trout dances in the calm past the currents 

I delicately lift the glass casing, 

The sun makes its way

Five finger fillet left me one shy

The ground is shaky today

We watched the time wane from inside the

My cats go into the spirit world

My fingers explode onto the page with