Fried Eggs
(from the SLCC prompt: write a poem about a smell that floods your memory every time you smell it.) Fried eggs and spam as the sun crests...
Fried Eggs
The Deal
An Expatriate Truth
Found in the pocket of a jacket I have not worn in a year and a half...
Spring Is Tardy
The Gift
Imagine, if you will...
The Pattern Reveals Itself
My Red Flannel Shirt
The White One
Wait, What Am I Teaching Tomorrow?
Going Home
Beggar’s Choice
Staying Healthy
NaPoWriMo 2019!
The Soothsayer
The Inevitability of Forgetting
After the Dervish
2019 Micro-hobby: A Poem a Month