A Wonderful World To those that can see This is no mere swing It is a portal to another land Where Dorothy takes you by the hand And leads you down a yellow path To meet a scarecrow A lion and a tin man Each…

Apparition peering over the edge of a world I believed I once knew everything has changed and how do I get my bearings? evil applauded, kindness mocked, and the innocent carry the biggest burden. when did caring and sharing become ‘woke’? what does that even…

Prompt Seven – Text Prompt: The viator is a poetic form invented by Robin Skelton It’s a pretty simple form where the first line is used again as refrain in the second line of the second stanza, and the third line of the third stanza,…

I remember many things Like the time I had my own swing   It’s rope and wood and hangs on a tree He’s always there to set me free   I’ll swing so high that I can see the next road Going back and forth…

Lahainatown (a two part viator) Lahainatown (a two part viator) 1. … and then they died alone in cars running through smoke leaping for sea huddled hopeless and then they died unthinkably along the streets trapped in their homes screaming, pleading and then they died…

the group least acknowledged on Labor Day is labor.

Seek and you shall surrender, the old sage sang, but I turned away, mumbling in response, “Oh, yeah.” The eager ones agreed and kissed his brittle, sun-crusted feet.   Keep walking the straight and high, narrow and low road; Seek and you shall surrender, the…

A rusted memory of a childhood laugh A rusted board that held a child high A field so vast, flowers barely grown half A field that carries yet carries the bright innocence cry Now old and brown, it stands empty The breeze, the only melody…

Until the last day I will swing for the fences, tack hard into the wind, and climb to the top of each mountain,   Where surely there will be more. Until the last day I will hold my head high, stand tall, and drink the…

There’s not many Who could say They saw me through My darkest days When times were bad There’s not many In fact, there really Isn’t any Who had the strength To see me through There’s not many Not even you So know I’ll be fine…