Circulation
The roundness of tonight’s moonadded depth to her wordsprinted on the old newspaperthat happened to find its wayinto my hands. She is a former colleaguewho might have been a friendif our paths had crossedat a different pointin the cycle of…
Windstorm
The light glorious warms the hours,asking forgiveness for the galebullying trees and knocking them flat,tearing at ropes, stopping the buzz.The sharp silence inside.the gentle roar outside.Ticklish trees and leaves at playswooping and swirling,sashaying and sliding,dipping to descend in a blink,blanketing…
You Can’t Take this Away
There was a time when I was writing lots of poetry. Then, the motivation waned. It waxes again on occasion, and I thought it would be nice to collect what I have written and what I might write here at…
