As the sun’s rays lay lilting like strands of fine honey coloring this land luscious in the prime of spring. Her mind travels through the…
As the sun’s rays lay lilting like strands of fine honey coloring this land luscious in the prime of spring. Her mind travels through the…
When she was young he took her careless hands in a steady grasp and ran full speed through fields of wild, lush blooms and the…
There was a time when evening lay easily upon the thread of time. When she and I would sit high atop castle walls surveying the…
As the wind blows around those silos there and grains scatter from the hand of care the sun is going down on the village builder.…
Last stop church pews sunlight streaming through stained glass windows wooden casket for a metal maker lost that tug-o-war Death pulled harder. Now he is…
I found a wounded swallow battered from this world curled upon leaves of falsity fragile as it was chemistry thrown askew she had tried to…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…
We dance an uneven tango upon stardust smothering an unstable floor fallen from a frame of broken dreams preferring to meld into the solace of…
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…