History

bitter grievances
at the holiday table
long past time for peace

unrelenting
a winter river
choked with ice

Posthumous

pulled taut and snapping
the pole holding fast the flag
standing at half mast

icy rain
her cheeks
freshly wet

Homeless

a torn cap worn low
collar turned against the wind
shrouded in darkness

a squalid doorway-
scant shelter from
the bitter cold

Deception

I’ve changed all my locks
somehow your keys still fit in
and still turn me on

cold winds blow
your call comes through
in the dead of night

Waste

stolen innocence-
inured to constant violence
and lost empathy

distant wildfires
a false sunset in
the eastern sky

Drought

shutters hang askew
a cracked and peeling screen door
banging in the wind

fading laughter
shards of glass litter
the sun baked earth

War

wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt

a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell

Missing

lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment

dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons

Faith

an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field

a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire

Escape

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse

smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence