What You’ll Never Get From Facebook

This poem was inspired by a dear friend.  I can’t even describe how much I love him.  But it’s also intended to be a big tip of the hat to all the good folks who still value the beauty of “slow” human communication via letters and e-mail.  It is an art form, and you do [...]

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A Sunday Drive

. A Sunday Drive . The road beside the window, dark with smoke, grinds beside the glass, it growls, it grows. Nothing but poles along the road to mark the time and wires above our heads, thick with breath and sweat and the pulse of Sunday voices. . Your hard hands on the wheel hold [...]

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Forever A Fool

Things I Learned Early . Julie Buffaloe-Yoder My name is not Rockefeller. . A clean, faded dress is good. Dirty work jeans are better. . Don’t throw anything away. A twist tie from a bread bag might save your life. . Tires found in the ditch have lots of tread left. . A cracked windshield [...]

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Sweet Seeds

Fragments . November by the river. You give me bitten apples from your pockets. . I taste your little hands inside the peelings. Wondering at the hush of teeth, I sink into the skin. . Upside down and too close to deep water, you ask me if the earth is octagonal. Daughter, how can I [...]

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