Poetry

"...Always coming to the river's edge..."

"...the Rohingya flee -- no place to go..."

"...it was a time when we couldn't say anything to each other..."

"...tugging emotions out of memories embedded..."

"...a holy coronation as Mother Earth is praised..."

On the water crisis in Flint, Michigan, USA...

"...Exceptionalism when it comes to death..."

"...there is no food, no help or aid to come..."

"...Bold claims portrayed in color, dull my doubt..."

"...wondering what kind of guy am I really am..."

"...The light's history blinding..."

"...against a common foe -- one last time..."

"I took a nap today..."

"...do they not count as well..."

"...an icon of the times..."

"...we can be the fields of inventions..."

What happens when you forget to react?

"My uncle's voice is a sheet of glass..."

"...misinform my best and most noble of intentions..."

"...stenciled letters that spell out the names of dead guitar players and old girl friends..."

"A single blue jay squawks..."

"...poisoned speech drips in our ears..."

"...How many years have passed..."

We begin a new column in the Piker Press, observing the world and what's happening in it through a poet's eyes.

"...Each dawn, I let him go..."

"...a Greek chorus rolling around your brain..."

"...A ghost's cry rings hollow..."

"...The wild has given so much pleasure over the years..."

"Wild roses still grow close to the old house..."

"...You're something beautiful, you know..."