I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.
A poem of hauntings
I drank Old Fashioned bourbon,Ate black-bean sliders,Tried not to see the…
One final moment of shineOne last stab at brillianceOne screaming good-bye…
Day’s kerfuffle endsold bourbon bliss on my tonguenight shadows surround
An American Haiku about Fall
Fallish fog filters sunlightSeptember slides by summerClaiming dibs on Florida