Revision of Hoarding Any Memory

Hoarding Any Memory Come give me a smooch! – Richard Lingro, Sr.You appear in a family picnic clipfifty pounds heavier than I rememberand bearded. Come give me a smooch!that scruffy kiss and heavy hug.Lawn mower tractor pulls, greasy rags,and polka music play, profoundaround the fuzzy photos, figures distorted,shorter, thinner, younger years away,driving in a silverContinueContinue reading “Revision of Hoarding Any Memory”

Baked Apple, Green Ogres, and Snuggles

My word it’s been a week already. I am pretty run down tonight after a busy day at work and frustrating financial mishaps. I hate money. I really do. All of its finiteness, especially. But in the end, note the lilies in the field and the sparrows in the air – and we’re worth muchContinueContinue reading “Baked Apple, Green Ogres, and Snuggles”

Daily Bread

Daily BreadPoetry ought to have a mother as well as a father.The men are smoking Winstons, wearing work boots,worn denim, deep calluses, their flannelled backs to the fire.They are riding away on motorcycles, pulling upin trucks – semis blare and brake – there they aredigging trenches, moving mountains, there againheaving haybales, picking apples, building scarecrows.InContinueContinue reading “Daily Bread”