Once Soft and Smooth
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work anew ’til household chores were done. Smooth, loving hands would comb a daughter’s hair, Sew …
Category: Metrical
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon her bed lay dying—enigma last to seal the spell her verses spread around the globe, …
Lines on a Grid
I sit each day in cruciverbal tussle With pen in hand and coffee at my side, I sit and think and flex my mental muscle, And take my jaded brain out for a ride. The …
Puff Piece
A canopy of cumulus projection aligns itself enticingly and spills its cotton candy succulent confection across the canvas of the Texas hills. A viewer, from the vantage of a hammock, anticipates the daily matinee with …
frabjous
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades as borogoves reflect, build nests beside and under, where along the clifftop prominence that beats …
leyenda de los volcanes
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior grasping hands fleeing parents’ cruel demands night falls quickly, need to campsnow falls quicker, cold …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion sprawled over sparkling sands And the soldier that bloats in the mud Of the trench …
The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one final grand lament.Beyond its boughs a sweeter sight: a lush and verdant glade.With shaking hands …