In Between

Once you leave
In Between
from “was” to “is”
only memory
can really take you back.

deposit

“Something that returns”
well gone dry, my mind just churns

my name is jeff

Is anything,
anyone,
truly safe?

the lair

I was ten or eleven, you may recall
everything seems bigger when you’re small

Three Stars

I admit the possibility of a system issue on my end.

nightmare

Frogs, fingers,
“we only want you”
this poem becomes a witch’s brew

note by note

complex chromaticity compels me

detestivity

stick in the mud!
I accept your derision.

lifehill

“There’s no chairlift in sledding!”
I shout to the lighthearted in skis.
Envious? Likely.

VIRUS

Reality is a harsh mistress.
She seems straight-up at first
but then she throws a curve
and a sharp angle. Downward.

Drop the Sneakers

privilege pervades
prejudice persists
“woke” won’t work,
not nearly enough.

Summer

shocked Believers lock out all the Storm and Wetness.

simple gifts

the best of all gifts
come from the heart and the hands
touch you head to toe

ypokrités

If a picture paints a thousand words
I could post one now and be done.

First Time

I find Firsts are a curious combination
of Impulse
and Obligation.

Prayer Chain – circa 1996

Long-forgotten vibrations emanate from my hip
awakening latent longings for simpler times

Butter Ball

What some folks will believe, huh?

Nameless Graces

How can I not “wax poetic”
when dispassionate prattle fails to ignite
the flame of a candle worth holding?

Inspirations

Ye who proffer pain and poison
doom and gloom
leaders of the somber cortège
through my mind’s spare room
speak to me, my muses

I know They say