-in fog— July 4, 2000 – 6:15 a.m. the word is fragments – their edges are pointed and sharp ___ words forced through the sun’s failure ___ masts of ships – demarcations in a morning canceled by fog ___ the... Continue Reading →
Best Laid Plants Five inches deep and four apart, holes drift past the holly bush; broad side down and narrow up, bedded in October’s murk. Old man thinks of summers past, a winter yet to come, He feels a chill... Continue Reading →
Hopes of Heaven Millions of years ago maybe you and I were thrown out of the heaven to create something wonderful; Here! to lighten the abyss with a glow resplendent! Instead, we sit apart behind those locks brooding why is... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 