So this is what it’s like to wake up to a nightmare of our own making In a blue state of mind where an invisible army ran over the ground game and left us all casualties on the field I’m in a blue state of mind in a red country So this is what it’s […]
Category Archives: Poetry
The Golden Snitch Pineapple Tomatillo
Fall is here so Keri and I are getting ready for the colder temps ahead. That means digging up our pepper plants down at the garden to overwinter them inside the apartment. We didn’t dig them up today but rather went down to see what we had and to get our mini-greenhouse out of storage. […]
It’s All Good
Sunday morning the radio’s on in Borbazon the Del Monte hum laced in cocktail smoke Borba dances to the groove seven and seven and it’s almost eleven, the lost hour Sunday morning the radio’s gone shades drawn on an empty room bare walls echoing memory the last light in Snug Harbor has […]