lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: poems

  • Grand Piano

    The world sat down at the grand piano and played the song I wrote all those years ago when I thought I was leaving, before…

  • The Storytellers

    They told me in school that an oral tradition was primitive, left to the lesser ones doomed to be conquered, absorbed and assimilated, or just…

  • Manta Ray

    The soft white belly of the oceanic manta ray looks like the sky from below, did you know? I learned it today from a writer…

  • Venus in Transit

    The newest of new moons was a mere suggestion in the dark when you stepped out last night to see the bright orb of Venus,…

  • Montezuma’s Revenge

    Oh but you don’t understand at all he said you will soon but not nearly soon enough the third reich only needed three months to…

  • How to Write a Letter

    My handwriting is interesting to look at and often indecipherable says my friend Helen to whom I write a letter on occasion, when I have…

  • Brethren

    The beams in this house stood brethren in the hardwood forest co-mingled with the living and the dead they were tall until they weren’t as…

  • Cómo se Dice

    Despite tres años of high school Spanishand years of living among native speakers I cannot have a conversation with the crew that’s come to tend…

  • 404

    They said the internet was forever but it turned out to have used itself up in a just a few decades, the digital decay a…

  • Obsolete

    We heard it even with our earbuds in, the rumble that told us the water was coming, so much more of it and faster than…