Approximately Forever Posts

She looks at the odd light and asks, Dad, am I dreaming? And then she teaches Me more about birds. This morning I saw a killdeer In the parking lot…

Poetry

Sun burns mountain fog Even the buildings are ghosts Glass eyes watch us pass

Poetry

This evening, this light, and your laugh, All deserve a fine epigraph. So quick, call a poet! Hurry, don’t blow it! After dusk they charge time-and-a-half.

Poetry

The gym class voice from the airport (or is it the bus depot?) interrupts the regularly scheduled thunder to deliver its nightly warning like one of those psychedelic bull horn…

Poetry

I am alone on the porch except for you, little girl we are the only two around who enjoy this soggy heat. You land on my ankle, and begin your…

Poetry