(Being 44) I don’t know  Neither do you nor the dog Perhaps the dog knows   You work away I spend my days  torturing myself   Lost in the lack of you Lack of me Something is amiss   I feel guilty You have acquired…

Out of my way, you three armless worms! Your speech offends with lies and fables! Manipulative oafs! All of you! Swearing upon the falsehood of your faith. I remember the in-between, and your taunts to my king of kings, the one who carried upon his…

The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…