Category: poetry

we were listening to the baseball game on the car radio so there’s no talking and I already knew there’s no crying in baseball way before Tom Hanks said so the loud and running voices talked strikes and balls and raced the wind from the window where the metal frame was angry hot so don’t… Continue reading Saturday morning with Lenny

I take photos of shadows and steal light from the dusk of buildings that lean toward night and an alley shadows of plants that fall across sidewalks not shadows of people I have no right to their secrets contrasts stop me every time but the shades of grey keep me lookingcharcoal pewter silver slate ashen… Continue reading shadows