Last Sunday Reset

My Sundays are sacred
and filled with ritual
after ritual
that I created 
to cleanse, clear
and refresh
I do not need a list
but I make one anyway 
•Rise and Shine
•Coffee
•Dishes
•Kitchen
•Strip bedding•Launder
•Clean surface areas
•Sweep•Vacuum•Mop
•Make bed 
•Reset
If there are flowers
I trim their stems
and touch the soil
of every plant I own
I curse, apologize
and say thank you 
for every drop
of water spilled 
It is so hard for me
to keep showing up,
watch the good people go
and not punch
each and every one
of you square in the jaw
We have one job
Please 
Please
Please don’t make me
spell it out for you
It is to be happy
It is to make
everyone you encounter 
happy 
It’s a stupid word
a stupid feeling
but it is exactly
what we are missing

Blue Inner Tube in the Red Sea

Maybe more of us

should move out of the city

and cast our vote

inside of red puddles

Maybe then

the same ol’ people

doing the same ol’ thing

will mean something 

Arkansas is home

and maybe I could be

rebellious again 

if I voted in a red county 

White Water 

isn’t going anywhere

Little Rock 

is forever clear 

This could be

a blue state 

Arkansas should be

a very blue state 

Forgetting the Spring Equinox

the event came

and passed

I failed

to notice 

but I know

my hands

moved the earth

that day

that tiny shift,

our tilt

on the axis

placed me firmly

on grass,

dirt, soil

and perennials 

The rhythm that lives

in our bodies

(holy memories)

is our only

collective memory 

Love Well (watering hole)

There are bodies 

of water

in Arkansas

(springs. creeks. pools)

that touch skin

so completely 

the body leaves the mind 

You can drink

directly from

the tap

(in Little Rock) 

until your cup

overflows repeatedly 

It is better than wine 

Connect Your Joy To Your Body

This is me at my most

palpable, I mean palatable

For someone who loves 

sitting still and doing

nothing

I sure do love

moving my body

We are posterity

Connecting our hands

to happiness,

joy telling body,

don’t stay busy

stay focused.

  

Pink Inner Tube @ The Point Clear Pool.

Everyone knew

about the hole in my pocket

I planted that seed

first chance I got

But no one saw it coming 

when I pinched out my cigarette,

right after that I declared

there’s an obvious lack of ashtrays

and I would NEVER

toss my butt on the ground…

so I’m just gonna put 

this right 

here.

6/14/2026

Toe the Line (Tip of my Tongue)

I’m not sure how much longer

my mouth can keep it in

My head rests on your lap

(on my passenger side door)  

or we share your pillow

and my heart begs to hear it

Come Monday

I am going to get so high

we’ll forget I even mentioned it

(that time under my carport)

I will wear my red shoes

and you will come home 

Summer Sangria

The purple stains everything,

every word we speak

We can’t stop smiling

so I kiss your teeth

I know it is too beautiful

to explain in poetry 

so I abandon the flowers

for an entire season 

I can’t wait. But I will (Cardinal Directions)

This is not a disclaimer

(only fine print) 

This is not a couplet  

but I am sure 

a pattern will appear

if you look for it…

This is a reminder 

(to me)

to enjoy it while it lasts

If it lasts through the night

I will enjoy it 

If it lasts the rest of our lives…

If you want me to find you

use cardinal directions

or take me places

I have never been 

then 

give me your compass

 

Red Supergiant to the West

Sometimes it is difficult

to discern

whether or not the stars 

are aligning

or about to explode.

I go all in either way

Once upon a time 

while bartending,

I felt a cork slip

my grip,

time dissolved as the track light

caught each drop of floating champagne,

the word “kaleidoscope” was born,

Oasis crossed my mind,

and I didn’t care about the future

(the mess I was making). 

This is Supernova, 

the brightest waterfall

I would ever be under,

my final thought before 

time reconvened 

Tonight when I saw

that red star twinkling

it was hard to look away

I wanted to stare

until it disappeared 

Not to witness its end,

but to participate 

in that moment

when it outshines

an entire galaxy,

swallowing time 

in its wake 

 

Core Memories & Time Travel

 I feel sound knowing

that revisiting 

memories 

I think changed me 

the most,

repeatedly,

while still loving myself

is why 

forgiveness

is easy for me 

Benchmarked

We spoke mostly of

love,

the lack thereof,

and

overabundance 

I think I rhymed

deed 

with heed

twice

(three times now)

Sorry bout that

Some months I never

wrote

the same poem twice,

others

lasted years 

The seasons were repeatedly

mentioned 

and every once in a while

Solstice

made an appearance

There were so many

$15 words

I didn’t use.

Believe me

I wanted to 

I spoke as plainly as

possible

even when it 

hurt.

I wish I spoke sooner

I should make a

list

of the recurring

themes,

every single flower

That would keep me

busy

for the next few 

miles

at the very least 

 

No Comparison (Similes Only)

I am ready

like a bed 

that is made

to be unmade,

pillows pristinely 

placed and plush

like poodles

at Westminster 

 

Actually

that’s a terrible analogy 

unless you believe that

no one is having more fun

than the toy poodles 

Use Your Outside Voice

Unless you 

are in

a library 

My favorite; kind.

May seems far away. It’s been  

years since I’ve felt that

fevering spring suits me 

and finding the wild

violet seeds I sowed in October 

of ‘25 flowering  

really has lit something 

inside of me

that makes me excited for 

every evening;

kneeling, calculating, being 

in the yard feels so good, right 

now I forget how 

dirty my fingernails are.

Too Rigid to Know I Am Soft

Core memories 

Time travel 

Dive bars

Patios

Lampposts 

Camel Blues

and mousse 

in no particular order 

One of these streetlights* is not like the other ones.

lampposts*

Oh!

It

 is

motion

sensitive!

That 

makes

perfect

sense.

Nope

Still can’t explain it

that may be true

when I am observing,

or doing,

when I am not 

here right now,

all I think about 

is being in that space

where you live 

now

Full Circle (The Future is The Past, Too)

If I go out of my way

to make this space secular,

and omit every reference 

to God and Genesis 

and all that religious talk,

will you follow me there

If I confessed I used Jesus

to garner interest in this 

hyperbolic, grassroots,

self-fulfilled prophecy 

that is very specific to me,

would you be mad at me

Do you like question marks???

This is Full Circle

Not as pretty 

as I hoped

I would be

but more sincere

than anyone could have possibly imagined 

May As Well Try

I have mentioned this before,

how practiced I am

at calming myself,

my mind,

thoughts,

so easily

put to rest

But today I had 

a full on panic attack 

in my body only

My thoughts serene

and safe

but

my chest

felt too small

to hold the heart 

I’d already put to rest

The disconnect scared me

but my thoughts 

were still

free

I decided

not to crawl 

inside of myself. Instead 

stood in front of everybody

and spoke my mind

until it passed

It worked,

Promise.

  

Normal Font

At the baptism

I read the prayers

for minor prophets 

I was the first one 

to arrive and cried

while I waited for you

I was born 

on a Monday morning

right around 7:30am

in the same pink hospital

my father died in

twenty four years later

Every time I write a poem

I have to choose

if it will be

in paragraph form

or normal

I choose normal every time 

The font  

is set 

to default 

but did you know

a font is also

a sacred basin,

a vessel 

designed to carry

baptismal water  

Jump Scare (Thunder Struck)

If you happen to be a man

stop reading now

This poem is not for you

As a matter of fact,

if you are not Shan

skip to the next one

(or read Normal Font again)

I hope it’s just me and you now

(in the future, this will come Full Circle)

Your beauty is accosting 

Let’s start here

Where You hit the ground running

is where the rest of us meet halt 

abruptly

You make it feel easy

and worth it

And I know what “it” is

we all do

but not everyone can see

past skin deep

And that’s what is extraordinary 

about getting to know you

but the jump is still scary

If Jesus 

comes back

it will 

be 

as a woman

She convinced 

the whole world once

she was 

the son of God

and thinks

it would be 

a fun challenge 

to try again

as their daughter