Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
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 …
The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
death in the afternoon
Montparnasse sits in silence as Hemingway scribbles alone at Le Dôme Café. On our fourth glass of mother’s milk he …
Calico Jack
I can smell the sweat and tar of your greasy jacket, red as this colleen’s hair, calico as rough as …
The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one …
Spring Clean
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …
The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking …