Paternal Mountain
I grew up with you always at a distance, Volcanic peak, your top blown long ago, I had to shout …
I grew up with you always at a distance, Volcanic peak, your top blown long ago, I had to shout …
We lie beneath the jaden branches on a blanket in the shade. I take her hand and take my chances, …
His youth lies back some threescore years or more and now he lives in city parks or dives, surviving as …
I’d like to turn the clock back to those days when in my prime I strode the hills and …
An Alternative Ending to Lewis Carroll’s The Walrus and the Carpenter “He was a bold man that first ate an …
This winter lingers late in rime filled dells, old wearied bones and joints creak stiff and sore, glazed frosted panes …
A thousand memories scattered on the table all around, bands who march in uniforms but never make a sound, rivers …
In blackest days, the lore of old Comes beckoning us to the past. Once lost inside, we safely fold Our …