Here where all the traffic meets angry the droning noise demanding my attention pounds & manners must be spun out to the rim, cursed ferocious & dodging the bites of dogs beaten frayed & closest to the phone leery betrayed & under the hood of my car overdrawn forbidden & snowed in for the winter unannounced unrewarded unremarked in my own back yard breathing & rising, breathing & falling dreaming in the time when my sleep should be & sleeping in my dreams, I am.… Read More “TOM C.’S WOMAN by Scott Hayworth”

By this time I have forgotten the smell of her linoleum, The oily organic vapors clinging near the floor That trapped the nicotine ash and tars & only partly reflected The sunbeams from the window, kept most of the yellow ones, Sent back the white & held hostage the rest.… Read More “MEMORY CARE by Scott Hayworth”