Poetry

"Rolling from silver-blue, round powdered edges, outside to in, overshadowing hedges..."

Poetry

"Last night, the winds went wild at war, their gusts and gales made chaos swarm, and then . . . they weren’t there anymore."

Poetry

He was the last of the great romantic mopes . . .

Poetry

Church bells in the distance have a deep-in-the-country overtone and a village charm...

Poetry

MISSION TO TEXAS (Hurricane Harvey aftermath, 2017) The drone of drills amidst this constant clamor Of deconstruction — screw and power saw, Spoiled insulation piles the hue of straw Ripped out with force, by crowbar ...

Poetry

"The drone of drills amidst this constant clamor of deconstruction..."