Involuntary Reaction   She couldn’t believe it had happened again As she tripped down the stairs on a toy. She’d told him and told him to pick up his things, Oh where was that dratted boy???   He was in the kitchen covering his mouth….

There is a truth that lies behind my unblinking eyes. A truth that is uncomfortable to hear because it is spoken with a forked tongue. In the stillness there is transformation. Scales that protect,  harden and dry, a time for abrasion arrives. To move in…

drops of iron soak into the earth giving you your first breath roots anchor you to your mother knotted wood encase your spirit from your limbs and head, flowers bloom bringing with them companions of bees and birds you will never know your father but…

[               ] he’s already a widowman before even having his first wedding and she is always a true bride groomed by self-preservation two beautiful perpetual minds vow under sorrow and felicity they could write books of any sorts but…

A crack of thunder that doesn’t cause fear And dissipates into a rumble That comforting sound simply meant you wwre near And my heart’d begin to tumble   If only I could hear it one more time That would bring me joy Taken too early,…

Still stifling that nagging, worrisome snicker, yet holding back a titter more than a tad, gulping down the loudest guffaw you ever had, canning that wee chuckle, suppressing that squeeze? Chill, with synonyms, one can cachinnate with ease.

The good old days have vague dates but are very definite about how things were, always binary black or white he/she us/them no in-between no blending no color TV, no color photographs, no sepia snapshots. everything felt right Everything was perfect like just before the…

Her wings float on air as she flutters here and there, happy hums, no cares

XII. And let me say this, I watch Ravens pump glossy black wings   Hear them beat the air down as they fly low over the garden, over my head   Or see them black at a distance, passing smoothy in front of Mt Abe…

  The Future is History   Technology has trained us to depend upon our devices to remember.   Ev’rything we once knew has long been forgotten, parts of our past lost forever.   It’s time to take our future back, to remember exactly who we…