Inglorious Morning
My morning broke in coloring inglorious, no tempting taste of glistened dew, no chirp or first-light hue. The spider’s web …
Tag: Mark Andrew J. Terry
The Tracks of My Years
I feel like a crosstie beneath rusted rail, awaiting a weight that will never return. The years that I prospered …
Pride Upon the Rocks
Their rolling growls are nearly gone, Savanna’s heart is shrunken, drawn. So few new cubs to greet the dawn …
Land Remains
It is still there, that tangled tannin creek, coursing its lazy drift northward through rushes of wind-whipped cattails and pink …