Three Haiku

sunny morningthe window half filledwith sea across the broken clouds, what a jet left behind– old snakeskin on cobble purple sea cloud— wolf muzzlespitting out the scorpion’s tail Originally published: Poetry Super Highway | January,...

Warner Sallman’s Jesus

Never changes: cached in the wallets of conventioneers or soaked in the red bubbles of a soldier’s pocket, he poses in heaven as he poses out back by the engine parts and halfway up the washroom mirror of a Smoky Mountain Texaco. His astonishment is shy as a dove in...
Flat Jesus

Flat Jesus

I awoke one Sunday morningyour face up over meon a billboard near a switch yardon the road to Calgarystrange to lay there looking upat your paper eyesturned to where she walked awayon the railroad ties. Oh, flat JesusI’ve fallen from your sleevelooking for someone I...
April, Give Me Your Love

April, Give Me Your Love

April, give me your love.April, some of your love.That thing you told meWhen you were gone–A truck taking chancesNearly hit you head on.We joked it away at the time,But something grew in my mindsaying &            saying                     &...
Red Lanterns

Red Lanterns

Hard lessons come down on the prairie  When the day dies away in the heatAnd clouds burn like red lanternsWhere the road disappears in the wheat.I never was one much for talkingI taught you that was my wayYou used to listen for hoursWhen I had nothing to say.You loved...