The book of short stories sat opened on a page of endless dialogue, the author having chosen to portray his characters through spoken word and not by action or deed. The book of short stories sat opened while the reader, tired of absorbing dialogue, chose…

I am dark I blend with the dark I blend with the night I am dark A colour that strikes fear in your pale heart I am dark Svelte, smooth Easy on the eyes Easy on the hands I am dark

I remember so well Those big blue eyes In a bright yellow dress Not knowing the whys The cake and presents Disturbed you a bunch Why was everyone fussing And gathered for lunch I had to save you From the noise and bustle You had…

They file into an auditorium, a sea of black Chattering lightly, but not too much A solemn excitement in the air School insignia adorns the walls On the stage, many of their mentors stand Teachers of yesterday; today, just here to celebrate The orchestra begins,…

Every seven-year-old deserves a superhero. Who was mine? To answer that, we have to go back– Many many years; Half of a century, plus one. But who’s counting? Every seven-year-old deserves a superhero. Who was mine? To answer that, I have to go back– Way…

Spring snowflakes fall. You know, the fat, wet ones. The ones  that hit the warm pavement and spread out. When I see spring  snowflakes I think about snow in the summer. How far would a summer snowflake get? Would it land on the ground? Would…

I. Bird looking listening from the bird tree near the porch this perfect Vermont morning   Raven husky caulk and croon floats across dew cloaked meadows drowning soft Chickadee hum and flutter.   Bold Jay stomps and caws tilting his head to eye the peanut…

At dusk, before the streetlights come on, we watch fireflies flicker in our tangled green yard.

I will always need my friends. Community, unity, diversity These are ingredients for wholeness in life. Community is the glue of our crafts of togetherness. It holds us accountable for our behavior when no-one’s looking. Showing up for your life means you support the festivities….

Sorrows   The leaves come tumbling down. Leaves come tumbling down. Come tumbling down. Tumbling down.   Like my tears down my face. My tears down my face. Tears down my face. Down my face. My face.   There are sorrows unknown. Are sorrows unknown….