Second Thoughts

Second Thoughts Birches with peeling bark root with certainty in the spring soil while the ifs of the inorganic world outshine the quiet, sun-soaked solitude. Stretching on a lazy rock, I manufacture thoughts and watch them roam like hawks, settling now and then on rabbits, mice, the occasional thesis. A balmy spring wind flaps the empty […]


This poem was first published in Nomad’s End, Finishing Line Press, 2010 Solitaire On the long way home from the bus stop, kicked-up leaves gather in the trenches along the side of the dirt road pushed together by moving cars and people walking. Overhead, camouflaged by their uniformity, birds meander the sleek birches as a […]