Poems inspired by frames found in life.
Last night was a blur.
The last 12 years were the same.
Who cares? Call your shot.
2024
The heat is the same.
Otherwise, no traits are shared
between then and now.
October, 2020
Two sets of rough palms.
Endless effort and rebirth.
Beauty is hard work.
September, 2024
You know how things go.
Hurried horns beg
through the stillness.
Brake lights reject all pleas.
It's easy to get stuck.
I'm not far now.
April, 2024
Some places you go
to forget. Others you go
to remember when.
October, 2023
Somewhere between here
and Venice, you decided
we would never work.
January, 2025
Mourning summer warmth
the trees cry themselves bare.
It's winter, 'til spring.
March, 2024
I'm thankful for the
Gusts of wind that carry You
Back into my thoughts.
September, 2023
Where air and light stink
of dead bait, live lures and stale
tales of lost giants.
December, 2023
I crossed the ocean.
It was old. and beautiful.
You would have loved it.
December, 2023
Words of pulp and ink
hit harder than flesh and bone.
They last longer, too.
May, 2020
Dawn in Little Rock.
Halfway between Home and home.
Just me and my dog.
January, 2024
Over between Ray's
and the carnicería.
That's where we grew up.
January, 2025
Presence and absence
of light, life, joy and effort.
Black, white, in-between.
September, 2017
Photos of photos.
Memories of memories.
What was who saying?
January, 2025
The Duwamish land,
Unceded and wrongfully
claimed. Now named: Pike Place.
May, 2020
The ripples you make
prove you were there. Even when
you've long left the frame.
January, 2025
"Poor little llamas."
Thought the poor little human,
from behind his lens.
April, 2020