My friends are all aging with grace and decorumThere isn’t much else that I can…
Poetry
What was I thinking! Last Spring when starting seeds That those cute little rascals Would outstrip my needs …
The silent builder’s tiny hands Incessantly, endlessly toiling To make anew two woven strands By plectonemically coiling Tiny…
Wake up! Didn’t you hear the alarm ring? It’s time to “wake up and hear the…
I’m going to stop trying to justify my existence. I’m going to accept that some people are…
We’re out, we’re in, we’re out again.Mutable weather seesaws all day.Change dances a tarantellaOn this…
I would like to leave some sort of immortal markBefore my mortal eyes go dank…
The silence of a held breath, its suspension and release,the moment before a first note,…
…they’ll continue to blossom month after month until they reach stalky old age, which for…
The earth is filled with hollow placesWith crystals iridescent in the darkness,Iridescent in pockets of…