Creative Writing

America doesn’t get stars anymore. You can go anywhere in any city and go up to any roof but no stars You can drive out to the burbs and get out of the car and lie down in the cul-de-sac with your head resting on the curb and look up but no stars You can…

I was sitting in my reclined seat, tray unhatched in front of me, hearing the roar of the sputtering Soviet engines as they worked their payload, smelling the ham sandwiches passed out by the heavily accented steward in the necktie, while my shoeless feet touched the vibrating membrane of floor between me and a silent,…

Many flowers we knew had their stems cut while blooming. Two credits before graduation, Or one year from the wedding, Or commerce gone south, Or to the selfishness of self pity. We grieve for losses countable. One, two, three. Four. Yet in our always-on, always-tuned, We monitor pixels beeping from distant lands where our typing…

This is a song for the labradors Off the coast Who swim with their wet necks And paddle like the sun is going down real soon This is for the wet dogs who lick their paws and don’t know all that is wrong with the world The sea is calm tonight Waves beating helplessly along…

Facebook is the place I go to vent, To share and sometimes smile, and to curse, Though sometimes I must wonder where time went, And whether saying naught might have been worse. I find about my updates much ado, With people calling foul and crying bull. I see my friends and everything they do, And…

Here is something quite absurd: a stanza with a missing