New Reality

Sometimes I forget that my brother killed himself, when I suddenly remember the new reality.


New Reality


sitting alone

at home listening to

a jazz trio new to me,

the pianist


“blue skies,”

the drummer

pulsing, pushing

with the chords,

the bassist

plucking, playing off

the pianist,

the trio creating

cool beauty,

so I reach for the phone

to share

this discovery with you

then suddenly

I remember

your suicide.




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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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