S-Hooks on the Baker’s Rack

You hang s-hooks on the baker’s rackOne after the other, quick quick,Before running out the doorWith another bag packed.I look at the hooks rocking in placeAnd want to see them as a sign that you’ll stay,But of course, the message I know is comingArrives on my phone a few days later.You’re moving out.Once again, I’llContinue reading “S-Hooks on the Baker’s Rack”

A Nest of Lies

Those little things thatDon’t add upOr make sense.Those things thatDon’t sit quite right.Are they concealing something larger? When, finally, we lift this old stone from the mossy earth,Will we find, writhing on the ground,Churning in the dirt,Attempting to flee the scene,Creatures without mouths, without eyes? In place of a man, will we find a nestContinue reading “A Nest of Lies”