The Fickle Finger of Fate
A full stop can sometimes appear in mid-sentence the story could suddenly end in a flash, It’s sad when we find …
Category: . Philosophical
The Politics of Fishing
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Mud and Honey
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea …
Moth
What wrecks you make, crushed with fly swatters. We see only your distress, caught bentwinged by geckos or wrens. A …
The New Alchemy
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and …
Life’s Carousel
We mount our steeds every day, some swift, eager; some balky, locked in place. We circle each day midst a …
A Cosmos of Darkness and Light
There once was a boy who could dream a lost world and manage to reach it at times; his mind …