‘Til Tonight
We lie beneath the jaden branches on a blanket in the shade. I take her hand and take my chances, hoping she is unafraid. And steadily, the hush is broken …
Category: Metrical
City Life
His youth lies back some threescore years or more and now he lives in city parks or dives, surviving as he can, all worry-free. His clothes are from the local …
The Good Old Days
I’d like to turn the clock back to those days when in my prime I strode the hills and valleys, took for granted what was mine: a strong and …
The Golden Glow
An Alternative Ending to Lewis Carroll’s The Walrus and the Carpenter “He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.” -Jonathan Swift “We have to talk,” the Oysters cried, …
Long Cold Lonely Winter
This winter lingers late in rime filled dells, old wearied bones and joints creak stiff and sore, glazed frosted panes await Spring’s welcomed spells, impatient for warm promises in store. …