Bio Note: I am a Psych Nurse Practitioner, musician, father/husband, writer, and an irrepressible helper. I have published two books of poetry, a chapbook, and somehow wandered into being the Editor of Verse-Virtual in January of 2020. What a journey!
two lanes go through my town faded shoulder stripes double yellow warning in the middle: DO NOT CROSS and here or there the makings of yet another pothole yesterday i closed my eyes trying to remember the sound of seagulls the kick of salt spray heavy odors of a low-tide beach and nothing came nothing came
Originally published in a clear day in october, Empire & Great Jones Little Press (June 23, 2016)
hiding the truth
he painted a winding road into a distant perspective point more watercolor than realism, details merely implied, but always the promise that over every hill, around each bend he would add another scene, the two of them moving inseparably through life's panorama the last two years, he painted a lie along the center line rich sunshine yellow. added clouds whose shapes she failed to recognize, bright edges of deception over a coquette sun, peeping, hiding he knew his palette was running dry, but never shared just mixed tears into the background wash to keep her from the truth until the day he dropped lifeless brushes, stranding her at the ragged edge of color, grief bleeding off the page
Originally published in Praxis Magazine Online
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