Poems

We were packed into the high school auditorium, and Roger was retiring. His method of celebration surprised me.

These were the most amazing socks I’d ever seen in a store. I was still in the men’s section, right?

For most of my teenage years, my family lived in a house with a beautiful view. Of tombstones.

My daughter is fascinated by robots. Let’s face it — most people are. But are they ever more than wires and circuits?

What if you hosted a men’s group and you got “man” instead of “men”?

It was evening, and the summer air was folding into dusk. And I was running barefoot in the grass.

Sometimes you think what you have just isn’t good enough. I’ve been there. When I became a homeowner, my dad gave me a drill for Christmas. It had a cord. Well, that was fine, right? I probably wasn’t going to need to use it very far away from an outlet, right?