A Little Poetry

From the most recent edition of the Synocpation Literary Journa l, three poems on music from the '80s, two of which feature in my...

One of my Facebook offerings. A work likely still in progress.

https://www.harespawlitjournal.com/issue-9 “From dust we are born, and through rust we will return.”

First place winner in South Dakota State Poetry Society's 2023 Landscape poetry contest. https://www.sdpoetry.org/blog-1/winning-landscap...

https://pttautumnmoon22.blogspot.com/2022/10/after-new-moon.html?m=1 “When I’m gone, stop at the edge of places we walked together and...

https://hobocampreview.blogspot.com/2022/07/todd-williams.html “My son will never see Star Wars, or at least the movie I saw in the...

https://www.corpuscallosumpress.com/summer2022?lightbox=dataItem-l5bnstxs “A thousand miles of two-way highway filled windshields painted...

Published in the 2022 edition of South Dakota State University's "Oakwood." Love in the Time of Caldera https://openprairie.sdstate.edu/c...

https://hobocampreview.blogspot.com/2021/04/todd-williams.html “Old highways rarely die; they rise at the edge of farmers' fields."

I Sing the Baud Electric. https://sdpoetry.org/silver-linings-and-zoom-in-the-pandemic/ “I crash the party with reckless abandon,...

Todd Williams wrote this poem shortly after the death of his father, having gone through his clothes and belongings. He writes: “I was...