It’s been a long time since I took pictures of wine glasses (a poem)

This may not be any better, but it’s more honest. Either way, here it is… On those lowest of low days when I couldn’t see a way out I’d take pictures of the wine I was drinking For as long as it would last I’d photograph light filtered through the glass an idea of genius, [...]


Pretend (a poem)

I’m not sure about this one—but it's as close to fantasy as I seem able to allow myself these days…   I flew into a dreamspace uncluttered by nightmares or any remnant of doubt You were already there keeping a space warm for me in case I did not see you right away The bliss [...]