2022 Hour 1 “Cyclops, Knowing and the Rain on Etna” The joy of it, my face turned to the sky Soft rain falling like a benediction Day after day, night after night, week upon week So much – so SO much That even here, atop…

There is a loneliness to the mound when you start to loose your control Your breaking ball that refused to break now sits five rows up in the stands Now, all of a sudden you cannot throw a strike having walked the next two batters…

Gray (haiku) (from prompt 1, hour 1)   snowfall heavy cloud slushes thickness polluted under heavy cloud

Some of my earliest, tangible memories involve falling asleep waking up to the sound of water waves lapping at the shore of Horseshoe Lake My grandparents retired there when I was seven my summer bedroom every year sixty-feet from scraggly beach waves gently slapping sand…