Visitation The motion sensitive light by the cabin’s front porch came on at 1 am. Woke me from sleep into instant terror of something unexpected in this dark— a deer, a bear, a predatory man, my mind went wild the... Continue Reading →
I'll Count A Few of the Sands of Time Winter dark shuts tight Across the causeway That joins the town And beach of the same name— A narrow strip Into the gulf. Raining hard Across the small balcony And later... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 