Category: Poetry
A Helicopter Ride at Rye Playland
Flashing red lights. Beeping horns. Bells. I pull the bar; the helicopter car rises. I push the bar; the car drops. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Around, around, around my...
A Collection of Short Poems
Short Poems Dishes Silverware askew, two empty plates, bits of food still clinging to the white china before being emptied down the sink, are all I have left of your voice, your face,...
First Loss
The sky-blue Teddy bear towered over me. Charcoal eyes and nose, friendly smile: my parents nestled me in its arms. Mom told me how much I loved that Teddy. One day, the window of...
Ocean City, Maryland Chronicle, Day 5: July 8, 2014
breakfast outside a neighbor on his cellphone across the street Frankie’s last tears as we pull away from “home” The boat pulls away from the bayside dock. Our guide points out the history of...
Indecision Den
Introspective Poem Here I am again Thinking yes, saying no Staying here Wanting to go Stuck. Again. In this indecision den Stuck in fear of possible growth and change and expanding my range...
Brighton Pier
All we are left to play with Is some sadness And a few neat addictions To fears Walks And compulsive reads. Then also staring at the open sea Learning how to squeeze Some wisdom...
Ocean City, Maryland Chronicle, Day 3: July 6, 2014
Troubled by dreams. One, a last meeting with Christine. Awoke regretting that I missed the Last Voyage of Columbus. Missed seeing those friends one last time. All to save $100—and see my son and...
