My Grandfather's Glasses
A shift of light reveals my lenses’ smears ‘Til then unseen in shadow where I write; Reveals how I have come, with passing years, To see...
Hurricane Dead
The next day – unyielding blue perfection, remorseless sun – the ruin is revealed and the Press, inured to all hyperbole, proclaims...
Working Hands
I look down at my hands, The hands of an old man. What work have they done? What work is left in them to do? These two riddles resting on...
Sitting With Sadie
we sat your hand in mine addled mind and mindfulness you adrift somewhere in the realm of dream sleep confusion lost in the folds of...
Autumn of my 57th Year
Strange that, in this season of slow death When ripeness over-blooms into decay, I should feel a calm, an ease of breath That proves...
Problem Child
In the beginning Humans saw the light Reflected off themselves in image bright. ‘Til then the universe lay dark and cold With no...
Grounded
Gulls soar where I stand Toeing the boundary of sea and sand, A boundary no less absolute For being always in dispute. No less absolute...
