
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
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
Snatched from the mouth of hell I plunged straight into the void. And promptly got hung up. There was no … Continue reading A Reckoning
The woods have wormed their way into our circle. Far ahead of the crowd I spy the seedling between the … Continue reading The Nature of The Contest
I Trusted When I should’ve Suspected, Leapt When I should’ve Latched, Settled When I should’ve Insisted, Avoided When I should’ve … Continue reading Because I Was Broken
(Hiking Up and Over 3500 Feet-Wittenberg and Cornell, Two More Catskill High Peaks) It occurs to me That I require … Continue reading The Dark Path Brightens
People used to tell me, “Lucky You Live, Hawaii.” Back in the day when I was battered and bound in … Continue reading Nearing the End of the Tunnel
Ibis treads indelibly over wet fairways leaves autograph. … Anhinga extends neck at Shehan lagoon baits golfer. … Little blue … Continue reading Don’t Box Me In
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