Best Railing Poems

He turned me
so we faced out  from the small porch
leaning 
looking to the grape arbor in the moonlight
over the empty yard.

Skin to skin we watched the night
falling
content to be out of breath
tired
in love
hot in the August heatwave
but not lost.

Slowly
he pushed hard against me
burying his...

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Mrs. Peligio was a swearing machine  We would run and throw 
ourselves in the crawl space under the shed pretending to look for a
softball when we saw her and this included our mother.
Our neighborhood was small. Normal families with a dad, 
and one-woman-one-non-playing-child family,...

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In the mystical mists of twilight, leaning on an ancient railing,
I gaze deeply into the water to see my reflection gently rippling,
And the little fish weaving their paths
Through the blurred contours of my shadowed essence.
I wonder if these ethereal beings feed
On my floating thoughts, lightly...

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