Notes Taken While Listening to “Blue in Green” Long goodbyes have a Twinkie shelf life. +++++++ Don’t give me that look next time. I forget the evening paper on the front step. +++++++ It is wet with dew by morning.... Continue Reading →
Waning The moon in phases grows and shrinks before our eyes, thus we remark in public forum: crops and tides and raging men in flannel robes will all be pulled toward the sky one day in twenty-nine. Likewise, the hearts... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 