A Spark of Magic

Took what was supposed to be a weekend trip down to James Madison University for the Furious Flower poetry conference and it turned into two weeks in the DC area helping out a friend on a contracting job. At Furious Flower I got to hang out with a bunch of poets I hadn't seen in years and cop a bunch of new books. And somewhere along the way I got my mojo (and my Muse) back. Check it;


Mike Brown's body-
The neighbors slowly
trickling out


Ferguson Missouri-
The asphalt heats up
Mike Brown's blood

Mike Brown's body-

My son's full lungs

as we embrace

Ferguson October-

The lingering redness

of fallen leaves

Evening rain-

How quickly the grave

is filled

Blood moon-

Same boy prone in the black street

different name

Rain drops-

Mom's fingerprints leftover

in the flour

Her mouth-

Alarm-red roses

glossed with dew

Rainbow

over Brigantine Inlet-

Her left eyebrow

Shadows boxing-

Ferguson

by firelight

Staring into

an Officer's flashlight-

Full Moon

Flashing lights-

How many times will I

fit the description

DuPont Circle

A black Queen sways

in the Autumn wind

Tulips-

I forget the color

of her eyes

Ferguson dusk

The shadows of the body

longer and longer

My hands on the wheel

Their hands on revolvers

D W B

Autumn dusk

My son misjudges the ball

early stars

TV screen flickers-

The feathers of a raven

belie its caw

Untitled

Lines of clouds

my latest poem

Cars crunch acorns-

A blind woman listens

in the crosswalk

Blood Moon-

The round fullness

Of her lips

Pausing to watch

two deer in the road-

Hunter's moon

Half Moon-

An old couple shares a

spoon of Gelato