The folk-singer of local
semi-renown, whose music
cloys like store-bought strawberry pie,
filling swimming in corn syrup,
strides up next to me in the movie queue.
I say in silence,
He follows me even without his guitar.
At least I hear no sound except his boots
scuffling on the carpet's gray-worn tread.
The no-notes are music to my ears.
For thirteen years I taught English and Latin in a private school. Eventually, I wrote a dissertation that focused on the pragmatic comedy of the Canterbury Tales, thereby completing my Ph.D. in English. I have had poems published in such journals as The Alembic, Ascent Aspirations (CAN), The Bangalore Review (IND), Common Ground Review, The Journal (UK), Pulsar Poetry Webzine (UK), Third Wednesday, and Transom. I also have numerous poems forthcoming this year and a full-length collection in July of 2019. My iPhone is now my primary poetry notebook, and I hope my use of technology in regard to this ancient art form continues to be fruitful.