Bobby at 30…


…still the family’s


swigging beer

and passing a joint


one hot Sunday

on the Eel

when July’s water

covers but half the bed


your back the color of

a new leather belt

but your Coor’s gut

hangs over your fly.


Swimming in your Levi’s

toward someone else’s

skinny blonde

you coax her onto the log


high above water

teach her the

backwards somersault

her all the time screaming.


You emerge from

green water

your face as you were

when a child


and wanted our love

when you were not

so dangerous.


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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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