The City Dead? No, a city always seems alive It throbs with life from eight to five. Later, it puts on neon glitter And parties till midnight or later. It sends long roads snaking out To lasso fields, make houses sprout. Its towers stretch their…

WORDS OF LIFE   Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred!   Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…