lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: poems

  • When the Plow Comes

    We knew it would be bad and yet we clung to stupid hope that it would somehow be okay, that someone would come to make…

  • River Song

    Living this close I can sometimes hear the song of the river three streets over, two streets down, it happens so seldom that it seems…

  • Elegy

    The cat slipped out when I wasn’t looking, found his way to the other side, I came upon him in a dream, sitting in a…

  • Solstice 2024

    Maybe you woke at 2 a.m. or maybe you never made it to bed at all on the longest night of the year, you lit…

  • Cold Moon

    The boss man’s boss man pleaded to his enablers stop us before we kill again, we do what we do because we can do nothing…

  • Bonnie’s Soup

    And into the dwindling remains of Bonnie’s homemade soup is added a cup of orzo discovered in our pantry behind the jar of dried beans…

  • Rumi & the Raccoons

    At the Thanksgiving table this year my friend told the story of the raccoons who took up residence in the enclosed space above his front…

  • Black Friday

    How curious that it happens now, when the leaves have all been shed and the feast is behind us and we just want to close…

  • Drum Circle

    The drumming in the big room woke me from my sleepwalk through another day of elbows and avoidance, the close encounter at the big box…

  • So?

    On the Saturday before the election the server at the sushi restaurant handed each of us a beaded bracelet, the candidate’s name spelled out in…