Welcome to The RavensPerch

each hair clinging to my life a gentle reminder

authentic love selflessly giving

be gentle with yourself as he was gentle with you all of his days

living in the now even in the goodbye connected to the very last breath

The almost-man in a rented suit pretends to look casual, as if, like Fred Astaire, he was born to tux and tails. His unruly thatch of hair is newly subdued by the family barber. His smile flickers between shy and boy-devilish. The corsage his mother chose lies...

Unsettled, we described him, cousin Sam fresh out of Vietnam. He shucked his uniform, disparaged military obligation, swore he’d never again be obliged. Soon took off for parts unknown, no cards, no calls. He passed through twenty years ago and saw nothing was the...

A string of rain storms sprawls like an infection over the green skin of Florida. The oozing white eye drains over Putnam County, its feverish border circling the St. Johns River. Wind shear hurls a skein of arrows indicating its direction and severity while land in...

For more than blossoms have I need. the stirring earth, the burning seed that lifts into the warming air perfumed like incense rising there where laurels take a mountainside the thunder of the winds swept blooming fulfilling the fragrance of these rooms in sleepless...

When Winter bares the long deception, I try to capture images of Spring when for barren surge of reelection comes forth in song, the scythe will surely ring. I take it to the everlasting limit where new-found shadows cumber in the falling where little is now known of...

I like climbing stairs I have always liked climbing stairs I like climbing to the top of the stairs From the very top step I can just touch the edge of the crescent moon If I grab one of its two corners I can pull myself up and lie down in the curve of the moon I can...