I’m six
I’m going to be on Skipper Chuck
I’ve won a contest
a girl won first

I see two bikes
a pink and a blue
I’m so excited
I think I’ve won
that bike

this is the best day
of my life

I’m with my
she squeezes
my hand

I have to go
up on stage
in front of
all the other kids

that fills me
with terror

they laugh and point

I can’t stop thinking
about the bike

I’m standing on the stage

I wave
I’m wearing
a little Styrofoam hat
like a Mayor’s hat

my short pants
don’t fit right

the first place girl
has won the bike

I win
a wardrobe from Sears

I want
to die

I wish I had never won

is the worst place of all

you have to go
up on stage
and you don’t
get a bike

this is the worst day
of my life

I hope
no one else
ever wins

Published by The Daily Drunk, December 2020
Best friends 
I’m quiet
shy and introverted
I don’t make friends easily

I have just one friend
my best friend

he has blond curly hair
always smiling
easy going
but somehow questioning

legs splayed
sitting on the sidewalk
outside his house
we talk for hours

about life
about God
about religion
about girls

I’m quiet
but not with Devin

Let’s go to Nathan’s
let’s build a raft

one time he 
talked me into
riding my bike
all the way 
to Fort Lauderdale

further than 
I had ever been
miles and miles

leaving my block
was far for me
leaving my front door
was far

Fort Lauderdale
an adventure
I’ll never forget
I’ll also never forget
the call
his dad answered the phone

he’s gone
he shot himself

my mind 
I didn’t know
what to say

I never
found out
what happened
I guess that’s strange

I just went back
back to being quiet

no more talks
no bike rides to Fort Lauderdale
no best friend

back to my block
back to my front door

Published by Skyway Journal, January 2021, Best of the Net 2021 Nominee
Glory and Grace

He disappeared again
I was sleeping
but something stirred
me awake

the car was gone
the old panic
set in

call, call
text, text
track the iPhone

near the airport
I know better
but I go anyway

bleary eyed
a sex club
or technically
a video store

someone’s getting
fucked on the screen
men in silhouette
jerk in rhythm

I track the phone
beep beep beep
in there
a man motions

the booths
connected by
a glory hole
a cock widthdraws

and he’s there
caught in remorse
the red sweatshirt
stuffs the opening

let’s go
he shakes
we have breakfast
we move

from glory hole
to grace

Published by Tealight Press, September 2020