Penumbra

it won’t show what’s known hands closed behind the back knowing of questions it doesn’t help to say I cannot see it’s assumed every day blindfold like some cataract keeping you back at the chest like a referee splitting two boxers apart who only want to clench to shorten the distance to know.

having

years ago I picked up a rock and kept it knowing I didn’t have a special place for it or that one day maybe I’d want to throw it across some frozen pond or let someone whose left throw it in my place. It means too much to have to close your eyes to know…… Continue reading having

Twin

the present a present a twin with the same everything I’ll stop there long enough to breathe to remember my name to remember empty planners on my desk long enough to see if what I heard was what I heard tis the same sun that Shakespeare saw the same ground that Jesus walked is there…… Continue reading Twin

Gas Station Coffee

Convenience store clerks head nod there you are how they know me so far from Central California? bright lights late for work but these words snakecharm “Select” and “Premier” a hot cup for less than a dollar it’s not bad. Pam works the night shift, in an hour she’ll leave to take her daughter to…… Continue reading Gas Station Coffee