To be angry about what cause,For the marks we hold,We make a living off the sentry —…
I don’t know how long I’ve been falling.If I collected all my thoughts and strung themfrom my straining fingers to the nearest…
Then always the inherent question to self: am I going to be one who says, I would if I could, or am I going to be one who says, I could and…
The man trudged along
As I lay by a creek,a divine calm,The warm touch of flickering reflections,A muse (vague as a slipped dream)seeping in…
for Zev
Not the shy voice was stirring.
Sitting with pencil and a notepad