Twitter is a Party Line On Which I Hang Up

~a prose poem for a Black and Gold Super Bowl You don’t always know who’s listening, who can breathe without making a sound while you chatter on about lunch and the way sweet tea tastes in an old metal cup, but you do know, most of the time, who you are talking to, whose laundry […]

Mailbox Art

What can I say? I live in a great neighborhood.

Then and Now

This is in my neighborhood…if I get to call it that considering I live on the working class street next to this one. Someone built a garage to look like an old fashioned barn despite the fact that it’s actually a new and very nice garage. Within cat tossing distance is an old shed, original […]