Death And Dying

In Death’s Arms

A poem

Follow me down to where no one else can go 

WE DON’T KNOW

Epitaph

Have I been here long enough yet?

Funeral Planning Poem

What is Your Final Playlist?

What I want to hear when day is done

last thought

I think there is a cicada
under my desk at work.
It is ludicrous to believe
a bug of this ilk could find
its way into a tall building…

Keep Calm and Carrion

Poetry beneath the rugged elms

Last Touch

A poem

That lost touch,
caressing hollowness.
Fevered sounds echoing.
Where last sprang that feeling?
Where…