Winter

Winters Last Sigh

Poetry Sunday

Snowflakes fall in a last grand finale
piling up in yards and on patios
windows…

Winter’s Last Kiss

To February, or not to February

Sympathy For Jack Torrance and Other Thoughts

All work (and a baby and isolation, snow and sub-zero…

Winter's Mind Games

She sits carelessly at the edge
of my weakened eyes.
I know what she wants.
I know what she needs.
She flits in and out of…

Pastoral

a verse translation of “Tájkép”

Winter Rain

Poetry Sunday

Pregnant drops of water fall heavily into the anxious lake
Its usual placidity a distant…

Poetry: A Breathing In

Poetry Sunday

Poetry Sunday

Only the Moonlight Witnessed

The story they created

This Gunmetal Sky

Poetry Sunday

I feel it,
the hard planes of this gunmetal sky.
Uncompromising.
The bite of…