Exiting the Trenches
We’ve been under house arrest for days, our gray-cloaked jailers, wispy-haired, roll their heavy carts overhead, jangling their keys, making …
We’ve been under house arrest for days, our gray-cloaked jailers, wispy-haired, roll their heavy carts overhead, jangling their keys, making …
If only sadness were a storm; an angry rush of torrential downpour to leave me breathless; a Poseidonic fury to …
Here in Los Angeles sudden shower storms arrive as an unexpected lover, dash about in a flurry and then leave …
My morning broke in coloring inglorious, no tempting taste of glistened dew, no chirp or first-light hue. The spider’s web …
The Pink Flamingo Trailer Park Was on a cul de sac, With Highway 4 in front of it And …
There’s a history of silence full of secrets and of lies and there’s few left now to tell it and …
storms come with hovering bluster, lightning strikes, sharp-edge hail and stripping winds, then if luck holds, they move on to …
A sneaky breeze, a thousand thieves is creeping through the grass and trees and tugging branches, rustling leaves. Its fingers, …