Poem: Original Design
The dirt pile my son created several summers ago is now a green, rolling feature of our front yard. Time … Continue reading Poem: Original Design
The dirt pile my son created several summers ago is now a green, rolling feature of our front yard. Time … Continue reading Poem: Original Design
The expectant dead surround meStanding. I see my shadow only and know I am alone.There amidst the circus beasts’ bonesI … Continue reading Poem: Sweetness too simple