
MY SWEET MUSE
“HELP”, I call Searching for her among the Portraits from London. Alas, there are no werewolves there. My muse informs me … Continue reading MY SWEET MUSE
“HELP”, I call Searching for her among the Portraits from London. Alas, there are no werewolves there. My muse informs me … Continue reading MY SWEET MUSE
All the old knives Bicker in the drawer Confined within their reason. Candid shots Define the moments Elevating the tension … Continue reading The Edge
The summer rains Have swelled her dry banks As waders come and go Leaving deposits behind Relieving her of a … Continue reading Berg Pond Reflections
I sleep with Me and Myself every night. The bed is warm and comfortable. I snore loudly, Get overheated, … Continue reading Conscious
(Pronounced AH-nee-kah.) Water wings—check. Hat tied with a bow under the chin–check. Sunscreen applied—check. Toys–check. Two years old, she flips … Continue reading Swimming with Anika
Dad had a nickname for Mom, he called her Agent 99 which he used quite often. ( Agent 99 to … Continue reading Living with Alzheimer’s
Dad would cry,“Don’t touch me; I’m a star.”And I would giggle and vie.Okay, Dad, I’d replyHis bar was so high.In … Continue reading Tickle
At summer’s end in 1974, her flower was still Budding. Uncle Willy Clad in a black top hat, cape, and … Continue reading When Tommy Snatched the Rose out of Rosendale
Does foggy make your feet hurt Do our minds walk in sync Further down In some backcountry At the pool … Continue reading Cloudy
I muse on the rush of hope, pain, and possibility. And to sum it up in five words seems mind-numbingly … Continue reading To The Psychologist Who Pins Tails on Unsuspecting Patients While Blindfolded
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