November leaves have given way To the nakedness of December trees Bare branches sway with sultry charm Amid the swollen air Or claw the bleak grey skies. Those loose limbs dance wildly While battling shrieking gales Of sleet and...
Read MoreThe world is burning And still it is turning Maybe God’s laughing upstairs Who am I kidding? He doesn’t care He’s not there His fist goes through the door Mama says she can’t do it anymore Her bruises, now mine to bear. I...
Read MoreAshes to ashes and dust to dust Seventy-six years of worry to wind up the earth’s crust Though if dust is our beginning and also our end Perhaps we are born wherever we end up in the wind And death is simply where we begin it...
Read MoreTo what safe harbor will we sail What sanctuary; if the dam should break Letting loose a raging flood To the howling wind I’ll raise my voice The broken branch won’t break me Where then does the fault lie? If upon myself I look,...
Read MoreTo celebrate the day I go looking for the sun Fresh as the morning air Spring has just begun A gentle breeze Has come my way To brush my hair And blow my cares away Spring is in the air The sun is breaking through Pushing away...
Read MoreA face well-painted May catch the wandering eye Causing the heart to stumble Brushing the words aside How different beauty looks When love is but a game The eye most easily fooled Sees better through the pain Therein lies a...
Read MoreThe great golden eagle Sails the endless sky To feed the nesting young A long but loving ride Naked are the trees Until spring turns winter green To the cold barren branch Life is but a dream It will toss and turn So goes the...
Read MoreThere’s a blueberry bud on the second bush. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it is a BIG deal. That bush hasn’t produced a blueberry in four years. When Steve’s oldest was six, the little scamp took a...
Read MoreMiss Bulldog was the best. To see her exit her house, trot down the ramp from the porch and huff at the fence. To observe her ears move when the back door opened; see her turn and run back for all she was worth! ...
Read MoreThe leaves were changing along with the weather. There is only one thing that meant…school was starting. I was going into my sophomore year of high school; my brother was in seventh grade. From personal experience, seventh grade...
Read MoreShe was meticulous─ all four foot eleven of her tidy and compact. In her kitchen, every dish and utensil stood at attention, drying towels hung in uniformity. Looking back, I suspect I may have upset her perfectionist apple cart...
Read MoreWith a quick flick of the wrist he snaps the crisp tablecloth into place and smooths the white linen’s creases. This is his favorite time of day─ the lull before he greets throngs of famished guests who care less about...
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