If Your Nation is a Sinking Boat If your nation is a sinking boat, Do not dismiss her as a failure, Packing your bags and baggages, Ditching her for another's glory. Be within her fold, and plan for a rescue,... Continue Reading →
For Ruskin (Bowland Fells, England) Peel back the metal of technology use that giant sardine key don’t be surprised as you pry finding hairy tubers earth clinging blood leaking from a stone Who reads the wind wizards who care or... Continue Reading →
in-flight entertainment titanic plays on two adjacent passenger screens; two disparate scenes: on one, the dance, and the other, the death. when i was younger, this movie epitomized my every romantic dream; sydney and i watched it through every day... Continue Reading →
An Ode to Baba Ever since the streams coiled back, A tongue twisted with time Baring the stones that made you Marking your strength The red soil stares in the eye of life Never letting it win Never sparing even... Continue Reading →
Winter Garden Saturday morning, silence broken only by the wren’s scolding trill. Cherry blossoms bloom no more. Ice stares down the last ray of hope. Trees shake off day old snow from barren limbs. Winter garden dry, brown, dead, but... Continue Reading →
What Could We Be With Wings I like to imagine we all have wings rising from our backs, invisible, weightless; none of us knowing they are there, and so we never use them, even as we spend too much of... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 