He wears black dress pants and a blue plaid...
A Forklift Operator and...

I’ve been dreading the holidays. On Thanksgiving...
I don’t go to church much anymore. On New Years...

How does one contend?
I see you fishing in the reservoir...

Grief cartographer
Multilayered pages fall...

The room has walls lined with wallpaper that is...
dark rust...

My growing pains started at age three.
They've never stopped...

Inauguration
American death sentence...

*Although not a poem, I need an outlet.
The COVID-era anxiety has returned. I close the...

I ground myself in
a bed of Queen Anne’s Lace. Breathe...

Alone in a crowd
Wading through the travel rush...

Submerged in water
Palms leaning in the wind...

Swaying palm trees dance
Red tide washes on the shore...