Alvaro hoists his walker towards the elevator with his trash bag balanced on the seat. He struggles with each step. His mood is congenial, his…
Month: November 2016
It’s that joyous time of the year, right after what might have been a lively table flipping Thanksgiving debacle, depending on differing family politics. Thank…
My mood today is a fuzzy feline sleeping in the sunlight near the front step bordering the edge of a walkway with flowers blooming one…
My poem, Delirious, appearing on Wildsound. I’ve never had anyone else read my poetry aloud, so I was rather surprised that it sounded okay. It’s…
Outside, that magnificent moon beams in high illumination as if hovering close to the world as if to watch over our recent tragedy gleaming out…
I want to live in a sky painted with frosted waves just under the moon within reach of stars beyond all that is human where…
My father’s younger brother followed him into World War II like a pesky little brother would ready to do his part ready to make his…
What do teachers make? Well, he’s going to break it down for you….slam poetry at its best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5yg0u1MkDI
She was sometimes drunk and loud trapped in this plane a brittle heart that life snapped into cranking those filmstrips of silver screen lasses she…