Milk Chocolate and Red

My mind thinks in terms of four o’clock.  Four, when I’d had to get ready for work.  Four, the only number that has two colors,  milk chocolate and red.  Four, the number of children, including me.  My soul thinks in terms of late afternoon light, And this is why I prefer it almost entirely.  Rarely…

Sneak Peek: Train Child

Author’s Note: I know I haven’t posted a real poem in a while but it’s only because I’ve been working on a whole lot of things. So here’s a sneak peek of one of the poems I’m working on, about living in the South and growing up in a small town.  I was born and…

Lather III: The Sink Will Remember This

Mister loved his leather chair. Sink and walls knew they’d never amount in his mind, though they did try. He bounced his little son on that chair, knees like anything but trampolines to the naked eye. He sat and laughed for hours at the table, with his son, so sure so sure he knew his…