2010s · All the Tiny Anchors · Poetry

Last Hour of 37

Thanks to Ambidextrous Bloodhound and onesentencepoems.com¬†for publishing this snapshot poem of mine, called “The Last Hour of 37”.


2010s · Poetry · Unanchored

Night Birds

At night, late past
twelve, I hear them.

Loud chirping birds
clear like night sounds

unmuddied by day
droning. They are

unapologetic. Sharp-
shouting, “I am heard!”

No contest for their
platform, no shove-

pushing, first-in-line
claim-staking. They

are joyous bastards.

Originally published in Eunoia Review, 11-3-13