Poem: Christmases Past

It’s that time of year to bring out old boxes
Filled with trinkets of years past
Locked away after each Christmas
To try and save their magic for another year
That they still possess inside their fragile frames

Poem: Good Old Days Rondel

Thinking back on the good old days
Reminds me they weren’t all good
We never lived life like we should
And the days all just fade away

Poem: With Age

I’ve been counting candles
So long I’ve lost track of the years
That grow long like my shadow
Trailing behind me as a cloak
Obscuring things passed

Poem: Dear Friend

Dear friend
I know it’s been a while
Since I wrote you but I’ve been thinking
Of you again and what I wanted to say
I think I found my voice again
Hidden between these pages

Poem: Classic Talk Radio

We used to stay up all hours
Talking about whatever came to mind
Silence was a stranger to us
Until it no longer was

Poem: From a Payphone at 4th and Pine

There’s a pay phone on the corner
Of fourth and pine that I used to call
You collect from on days when I was
Wandering this city alone and thinking
Of you in a red sundress all laughter

Poem: Old Roads

The road ended
So we abandoned the car
Walking down dirt roads
Under the canopy of trees
We exchanged smoke
Between stories of the past
Looking back I’m not sure
Who was trying to impress who

Poem: Bottled Recollections

Tossing beer cans into the canal
Not worrying about the consequences
As young and reckless as we were
Watching the water rush by
Talking about our adventures
Women who we had been with
Times we should have died
Since we last talked

Poem: Boundaries

The golden fields of childhood
Lined with verdant forests
Providing a soft boundary
Ripe for exploration