Please Stop asking me what I do

Ask me who I am, that’s a much more interesting question

The Warning No One Will Take

I dreamed of fires, and a lost civilization, then: dim hopes for dawn of…

Ten Years Gone

Ten years
 Is a long time
 To remember
 To reflect
 To reckon

Mother’s Day

She’s here all the time
 But it felt like the right day to visit
 I don’t actually think she’s here
 But it’s the last anchor she laid…

POETRY

The Father of Vaccines?

Delusional free verse

These Are The Times

When humans fight

Born With A Golden Spoon

Early Morning Observations On The Bus

My Right Hand

…

my right hand

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Pandemic Poetry: Back to Square One

Mamma Mia, here we go again.

Bees Don’t Stop to Smell the Roses

Bees work, they don’t appreciate. They do what they were told.