Isolation It’s been dawn for days now Day breaking the horizon while Night fades Until the end of time I’m alone out here, in my cabin warm It’s just how I like it And in a week or three or more (I lost the track…

THE PIANO  . . . MANN-E-QUIN   He’s listening. Hands at his side. The piano plays – for him. Only him.   It’s been over 100 years. He stays and listens. Through storms. And fine weather.   Who knows him? Who will remember? He and…

The Ego appeared and spoke to me Saying, “I” now wish to be heard In a time that is of now—presently In a time that’s yet conquered   The Ego’s debut Appearing at hour nine For as the ninth letter is said to construe The…

A new house, A new beginning, I think. New memories to make, New stories to tell. My toe hits an uprooted tile, Bending down, I look to see what that is. A little hiding place, From when the house was someone else’s home. A tin…

Like cliffs in the distance seen through a window on an island in time What a great mystery is the rock we stand high upon in the sky Surrounded upon an ocean of waving growing green to the tallest tree With a poem in mind…

Do you remember, Wayne? (an epistolary from long ago) Ann WJ White When your kiss lightly touched my lips, you fled the room back to your world? You left me standing, holding my breath. Suddenly, I was aware you were gone for good, before you…

I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…

Your words now have an insidious effect on me Tedious arguments breaking my heart Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Coz I know you do not give a damn shit You say “There will be time, there will be time” But deep down in…

Like a paper old cocoon I have bent back the husk of another year and scuffled it open,   and only time will say if it reveals a dream or a nightmare.   J. Pratt-Walter 6/22/2019

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…