Poem Stories
There is a singular beauty in a poem. He are a few of mine, accented by visuals to help tell the story.
Tell Me How You Are
Sometimes I wish it was just you and me, sitting in a corner bar, or on a park bench crusted with peeling paint. Read the poem here.
On the Cusp Of Summer
Here on the cusp of summer, after deaths and disappointments and misremembered rememberings. Read the poem here.
Neighborhoods
By starlight, the people are leaving, in detailed minivans, in lumbering SUVs and sleek, indistinct sedans. Read the poem here.
More on the way.
More poem stories coming soon.