On the day Erin moved in with her new fiance, I retraced our path down Kelly Drive beneath the bluffs of Mt. Laurel, where the mausoleums ar...
“Let’s face it,” said my good friend, a man I love and respect “This is not a great city. or even a good one.” Oh I don’t know. “It isn‘t. T...
Tacidelphia (that may not work, I know, but I do not speak Latin...bear with me, and correct me if you can)
You came down, the stairs, rumbling loudly, sounding like dad did when we were both young “Ok. I can’t watch this upstairs. I have to see th...
I had the beginning to a poem I wanted to write, but I wasn't completely sure what direction to go with it. Thus, I went two directions....
Something I’ve learned and begun to fall in love with is how on your back streets and little alley ways, where real intimacy waits, the curb...
This is a poem cut from the same cloth as the last (thanks, e.e. cummings) - I would like to write a poem for you but as I search, and lose ...
