selected past writing at 42opus
Why so much stone here?
How far did we ride our habits
& with what weight of stubbornness?
At least our children shone & grew
to be tall doctors (not rock stars)…
2 December 2008 | poetry
lately i am fascinated with lines,
with the edges of things: where i end
and where the world begins.
2 March 2003 | poetry
So you get fired for making another offensive comment to a coworker who actually is a fat slob with a bad attitude and fuck that eating disorder and clinical depression bullshit, and fuck your boss, too…
You died in spring.
I go in fall,
not to the grave but
past the hog farm…