poem – Broadcast From the Brain Radio

It’s a choice
Between sitting home
Or going
Out to play
When the storms raging through here
Bring Nazi-sized hail

–7/16/25

Identity
The social construct
Feral selves
Seeking home
Community and quarter
Hide that sore thumb, kid.

–7/21/25

Head in hands
It’s so comforting
The darkness
The warm skin
Hold the cracked thing together
While I write poems.

–7/11/25

I’ve noticed
When some celeb dies
I first think,
“Another
“One who’s managed to escape
“These terrible times.”

–7/24/25

These strings are
D’addarios.
They’re pulled tight
They shine bright
Stretch from the bridge to the nut
Sing sweet when they’re struck.

–7/10/25