Inside Outside, the rain pounced on the unwary. Inside, all sorts of time-honored and respectable games were going on: Tongues were rolled. Heads were met and questioned. Important words were bounced while all true dreams were kept heavily sedated and... Continue Reading →
Three Personas of Twilight 1 Twilight, the seeker sounds its bell in soft, dark-prism’d carousels. 2 Twilight, like some skulking owl, preens its feathers in lustful anticipation of its sultry descent. 3 Lone survivor of a perished kind and child... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 