Approximately Forever Posts

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

Poetry