Tag Archives: home
Take No Heroes Hotel
Everyone has reservations. A porch no one can describe wraps around its house—tightening, tightening. Hugs the footprint as a disciple of home is where you check in without a check-out time. Tin tile ceilings in the two-story lobby. A triangle … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Night Poems
Two Windows In
Dilated pupils as the sun sets, I find my way home by other means. My parents met outside an eye doctor’s office. I’m not looking for it. Patterns can be broken especially if I don’t participate in the first place. … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Speech Therapy
Home is in the pronunciation. In this silence, I belong nowhere—everywhere could be my first word.
Filed under Morning Poems
Found Tags
Fear ghosts, god, graffiti, guardian angels, and home.
Filed under Day Poems, Night Poems
August 17: Birthday Divorce
If you had called on this day 19 years ago to tell me to hold on. Don’t abandon that corner of the country we both love yet. If I weren’t too inebriated to listen to your precise logic. “I’ve been … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Overnight Poems
South 13th
Each time I look down that street it’s another U-Haul truck that captures my eye for minimal detail. Dead of winter, dead center of the block, this month— someone gets up and moves away. Or it’s someone else moving in. … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
En Route
She writes about cities—Cincinnati, Red Wing, Newport, Kent, Fort Worth—before she sees them to prepare her soul for any embedded poetry that might work itself loose beneath her feet. Each place is a place called home for someone. No one … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Ohio Cruising Altitude
Is this the right number of times to have lost myself to this sound—yours? To fly solo over traffic air currents low enough to see each housing development curl into its cul de sac mortal coil, to trace each bend … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Before the SUV Almost Ran Me Over
For Sheri A child takes a piano lesson upstairs, strong brew purchased below, the teacher sings. I wish she wouldn’t. Then it stops. Newspaper pages rustle—an old fashioned sound. All the text messages I don’t hear take me from this … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Road Restless
Between trips, she tires of the asking trees. Exhausted by the ones without brilliantly hued questions, the ones that taunt with a humming constant in the wind—home is not the answer every time, everywhere.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
