Monday, September 21, 2015

Forsaking Forsaking

It’s just workplace chit-chat. Just two married people,
not to each other, sharing emailed innuendos, winkies

and hallway high-fives that slide slowly along their palms.
It’s just enjoying a few laughs at lunch or when the sun shines

that especially warm yellow as the river cools the meandering
of their shaded conversations. It’s just a couple of good friends,

whose fingers lace easily as they walk, taking longer each day
to hug each other goodbye. It’s just two close friends texting

at midnight, making sure everything is still OK. It’s just the way
they fill each other’s newly discovered empty spaces. It’s just two

people, married to strangers really, who now know everything –
even that neither can dream these days without closing their eyes.

First appeared in Kentucky Review - September 2015

Friday, September 18, 2015

Normalizing Relations

After three straight nights of butt-to-butt,
he indicates a willingness to surrender
by rolling to his right and coaxing her

into a hushed and giggly negotiation.
She twists against his raised white flag
and their lust for normalized relations

makes coming to terms a very easy thing.
But, just seconds before final ratification,
she pants, How about, a little later, we really talk?

He kisses her forehead, rolls back to his left
and shivers inside another lost d├ętente.

First appeared in Boston Literary Magazine - Fall 2015.

Monday, September 14, 2015


Only eighteen months out of practice, I hum lullabies
to this youngest of my sons of my jaded middle-age
as he sleeps like a furnace swaddled against my chest.

His mother steals a few hard hours alone in bed
with all her senses turned to “Off.” His nearest brother
naps in the mid-morning light of a quiet Sunday

while their older brother raptures at Church with Nana.
I rock and wonder what songs he will return home with,
what troublesome doctrine he will echo the simple fringes

of as his blue eyes widen with the retelling and his voice
grows loud. Now I start humming something else,
something steady from a long time ago.

First appeared in Eunoia Review - September 13, 2015