Murder at the Indianapolis Zoo

His first thought might have been heat
but the season was wrong despite the wildness
in her eyes. Still, she paced, closer each time,
the cubs out of sight, her twitching tail an electric

A Life in Poetry Ain’t for Sissies

Now into my sixth decade of life and my fourth decade as a writer of poems, my life as a “poet” remains what it has been from the start: exhilarating, depressing, titillating, frustrating, enlightening and blinding. In other words, something unpredictable. Gratifying and yet often unsatisfying. Something a reasonable person might choose to avoid. While saying so may seem flip, I couldn’t be more sincere.