Cinquain And Other Poetry Forms
Shortages
Stories.
Have disappeared.
Empty shelves without books.
Words written in the dust. Have been
erased.
Day by Day
living
in disrepair
the time that's slipped away
more valuable than anything
I've kept
Season
of the potholes—
the darkness deepens them.
If you miss one, the other will
shake you.
January Forecast
Bearing
the weight of ice
and yet another snow,
the trees bend and snap with nowhere
to go.
From The New Book of Genesis:
Let The Chaos Begin
Yard signs
a week after
the election--you know
who won by the names of those still
standing.
Prognosis
Silent
illness. We keep
secrets within ourselves
as if that can save us from what
we fear.