Long Saltines Poems

There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

Read More

You lied to me...
You lied to me when you said the church building was the safest place to run to-
When you made me believe those grey headed men dwelt in the castle of wisdom too-
That...

Read More

Mom feeds us gingersnaps and saltines
when we get sick to our stomachs,
but I never eat any of it.

With sweaty palms I nervously 
stuff the crackers into my pockets,
telling myself
that I am saving the crumbs for...

Read More

Let me tell you about the coldest winter ever.  I thought the snow would continue to fall 
forever.   A blizzard came through and snowed us in.  I caught the flu and...

Read More

It ain't the pork, it ain't the beans
It ain't the mustard on saltines
It ain't the redneck social scenes

I love about the south

It ain't the ice cold sweet southern tea
It ain't the way that we say...

Read More

I REALLY DON’T CARE IF THE SUN IS A STAR AND HE DOES

I want grape juice and sex all the time.
All he can think about is spray painting.

He looks at me like I am the...

Read More

Marionette soup comes in a midnight bowl
Filled to the brim with mushroom tumbling
Under the golden moon dolls cut their strings
Nutcrackers on crash diets sink saltines
Welcomed to float inside awhile
But not included in the price of...

Read More

On March Seventeen on St. Paddy's Day 
Finbar and Connor drank close to the bay          
they ate green saltines 
and caught wild sardines 
but without any...

Read More

Almost everyone who came back from Korean War

plays Piano now.

All around that lounge were cognac glasses

being used for tip jars.

The customers were either runaways-fugitives or

here for a cheap getaway.

Red could play Piano for days hooked...

Read More