Rhythm
The cadence of water slapping stone takes me deep inside my cocoon where rhythm is a force of nature. The …
The cadence of water slapping stone takes me deep inside my cocoon where rhythm is a force of nature. The …
Husk shucked from the kernels, too stubborn to return to dust. Sawdust on the taproom floor makes it sweepable at …
Gaze down at the dark water. Bones of factories bleach on the shore. The bridge arches in great leaps of …
The sun is shining again, notable for Rochester this time of year. Heavy winter air is changing over with the …
Today’s blue sky is a welcomed take on the usual wooly gray clouds. It reminds me to lift the veil …
The years came on in leaps of space and gasps of air. Trail marks rushed by or passed in the …
A two-bourbon twilight brings down the shade on another day beneath the cool Spanish moss. What waits beyond the dusk …
I have a poem published over at Vita Brevis – my thanks to the editors. https://vitabrevisliterature.com/
Just when you think your God must be paying attention the sidewall on the right front tire blows out at …
The large man leaned close, spoke soft, clear, “What can I do for you little lady?” The woman took the …