At the present moment, I am in-between projects – – stories that I write. The in-between time when I was younger, say seventy was much shorter than it is now that I’m ninety years old. Then, in retrospect, ideas...
Read MoreNovember 18, 2018 In the midst of its migration, the butterfly paused to rest and landed on my wrist, and the first of a brief flurry of snow lit and melted on it. In this way was my short sit on the porch prolonged at the...
Read MoreGrindstone of words cut into pieces of Bissel and spittle. The slivers of sapphire, fall in love with themselves — refusing to find a finger to place a ring, because the circle of poems speaks in bright sunlight Walk...
Read MoreUnflappable in the wind, The letters attach like sewn tapestry. Tradition of lovers and humanists stand In ancient moonlight. No need of a Norman conquest to last Eleven centuries on cloth. But the year 3030? Literati and...
Read MoreThe capture of the morning is yours when you look. It settles my uncertainty. It tells me who I am. It makes the fog genuflect to open a pathway inside. Morning dances, with a melody still forming. The dreams of last night...
Read MoreThe day and I told them it would be bad But they scoffed and refused to believe They insisted on doing things their foolish way Proving they were war zone plebes So, hours after we were cleared and supposed to traverse the...
Read MoreAnd then there are the harbors always waiting for us Seemingly blocked, but in reality Reminding us we have the key and must use it Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting The shoals remain yet for the wise...
Read MoreThe pail and the lantern. For Jimmy, in this town, in 1908, these were the icons of adulthood. Sure, there were many more, but they were at the top of his list. He saw them in his sleep, dancing around the magic of his...
Read MoreI picture you hunched at your desk, a college boy now, but slight as you were at ten. Then, you wielded a plastic light saber, slashed at the air, already whirling into shadow. Now, only your ear buds divine the faint beating...
Read MoreAs if in a dream—the wind clawing at his eyes and mouth––Lucas strips the glove from his right hand and takes the .44 Colt Anaconda from his jacket pocket. In the glow of the Coleman lantern, which he’s propped up in the snow...
Read MoreWhen humans first fought It was with their hands Soon however They moved to clubs and swords But at least Both combatants Were at Equal risk Then we moved to Bows and arrows And Later guns But at least The other team Could Fire...
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