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...
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...
Hurricane Dead
The next day – unyielding blue perfection, remorseless sun – the ruin is revealed and the Press, inured to all hyperbole, proclaims the...
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...
Elevator
It wasn’t going to happen this time, he could feel that. And so, the thoughts… They had coalesced into something of a fixed routine,...
But Wait, There's More (I just haven't said it yet!)
We must learn to see the beauty in the weeds – at least those we cannot kill! Vine. Vidi. Vomit. One need not seek out pain and...