upon discovering an old polaroid that should have burned (20170913)

i stare out
of the instant photo grinning
in a dove gray tux
a formal high school event
one of two that i can recall

it is hard to look at myself
the me inside recoils
at all of that youth
at that smile

as with many old photos
this one has faded
in a dramatic fashion
along with most of my memory
of that night

my chest
alreadybleached white
is now a blistering snowstorm
a blizzard over my heart
that makes me doubt
that foolish cockeyed grin
plastered on another me’s face

was being happy that easy?
or was that the beginning
that moment when the damage began
the frostbite in the bones?

dove feathers drift down
and i am moving softly, slowly
practicing a display of teeth

Day 15/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170815)

unable to panic
when the jet fuel starts to burn….


Don’t stop now. Read the whole thing. My poem normalcy bias is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.

Note: I was made aware of the normalcy bias from a book (I’m listening to the audio version) titled You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney. I endorse this book, as well as his podcast.

Day 11/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170811)

a lantern floats in a small bowl
a sandalwood scented candle burning
just outside the front door
you always liked lotus flowers….


Want to read more? You can. My poem ghost is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.

(This one is a bit late. Hope to have today’s poem up soon…)

Poem 20141228

struck in the thigh
the warrior drops to his knees
tasting blood
in his mouth
mixed with bitterness
mixed with fear
mixed with defeat
mixed with regret
he remembers a sunny vineyard
where the dust rose
as he ran the among the rows of
bulging grapes
remembers a girl
with skin as brown as a chestnut
lips as sweet rose petals
and hair the color of