To a certain bird
A rush of silverWas your final gift to me.Then awful silence.On the step, your eyes slid shutAs my heart begged you to stay.
View ArticleDeath in the pot
It’s been a rough week in the neighborhood. We had a grade-school kid collapse on our lawn after experimenting with synthetic marijuana. Then a spate of gang-related graffiti, including some of the...
View ArticleEcho Taps
Today is Memorial Day here in the USA. For the past couple of years, a local group has taken part in an effort called EchoTaps – making a line of bugle players across town, from one cemetery to...
View ArticleThe end of the world
A sonnet for threatening days. And for hope when all seems lost. To share with friends over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The end of the world There is a dreadful quickening tonight upon the air – it...
View ArticleBreaking
It’s been a strange week in our neighborhood. Fall is getting into full swing, and the trees are glorious. At the same time, there have been a spate of break-ins, the most recent of which turned...
View ArticleGive my regards to Jerry
The monthly 50% off sale our our local Goodwill is a huge magnet for bargain hunters. It’s amazing the slice of life you can meet as you fight through the crowded aisles. Give my regards to Jerry...
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