your grandparents…


(the ones who warned you

about dangerous liaisons)

dig up the back lawn


plant mars bars a red

bicycle hot poems

from sharon olds


gallo hearty burgundy

warming oil for chilly nights

a joint or two


so for harvest they come

between the rows —

whispers and moans


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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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