Poem Published in Anthology


I am proud to be part of this FINAL issue of Skive. “This issue celebrating 10 years of publishing is 324 pages featuring 129 STORIES/MEMOIRS/POEMS from 103 Authors, and Art & Photography from 5 talented artists.”


not frightened

I’m not frightened of the dark
or of the whispering wind as we fly high above the treetops
I have no fear of falling
or of giving up
I’m not afraid of pain real or imagined
in your arms
this night is full of magic
I only fear I will forget
these moments that seem to gilded to be true

moody ruing

it’s so easy, too easy

to share when it’s just words

but try to pry open my heart

you’ll find it’s a messy business

filled with unsolicited soliloquies

and moody ruing

corner store #1

there’s a cowboy at the corner store
a showgirl in his truck
he’s dusty from the trail
she’s covered in stale glitter
I can think of six stories
and two limericks
right away
but catching his sad eyes
and her vacuous gaze at the horizon
I reckon on leaving their story
just a picture in my mind

sicko and sad sack strike again

a depressive and a deviant
walked into a bar
there’s no joke to follow
they hadn’t gotten far
the sad sack wept
at the beauty of the booze
the sicko laughed and wondered
which wino soul to bruise

they both agreed how life is rough
awkward words don’t mean enough
better to battle when it’s tough
they made limericks off the cuff

they had a crowd of listeners
hanging on their rhymes
it was too easy making light
of silly, tragic times
the deviant saw to it
everyone had a ball
the depressive wrote their story
a common tale of rise and fall