Light in a field at sunrise…
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Prayer for the Day
Though I know the rustling of the newspaper cannot be heard above the crumbling of a bombed out street, I …
Happy Birthday
Fractured before we are born. Shattered, maybe crazed at the end. In between all is light and luminaria, except in …
Closing Time at the Museum
Today is a wish, or a halfhearted promise of escape from the contrived hopes that scaffold my vision. In the …
Love and Fear
In this edgeless weather the light blunts to grey. If not for lovers and birds the day would seem a …
The Choice
There is a self-contained serenity about the houses, driveways, sidewalks and streets. School has just released, children bundle home on …
The Linnet’s Wings is Available Now…
Candelabra With Heads
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Dancing with a Black Girl, 1971
Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise, a sirocco, a slight swaying of hips. Black and white, 1971 …
Summer’s End
Our memories, once so sharp and short, now litter the landscape with the bones of our hopes. It is strange, …
Poetry on the run 