
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
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
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
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
She used to love a pretty boy Rock hard abs, polished ploy Their jet-set life, baubles, bling She used to … Continue reading Someday Love
So, you want to Golf, do you? Sharpen your pencils Get a scorecard Put on Your Glove Choose Your … Continue reading Doing The Math
Death like winter makes me weep for this earnest vegetable now a frozen shell A mere refrain of its former … Continue reading A Sincere Hope
Message in a Bottle It floats up onto the shell beach next to the pink flamingo. The bird steps aside … Continue reading Message in a Bottle
She grazes her wing on the powerline during takeoff releasing something numbered and bright. Her moment of joy heard above … Continue reading Protected
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