A break now from the winter rains;
Perhaps a few days or a week
Of sunshine. A couple of hours
Past sunrise, wild finches
Peck in my yard and on the patio.
I give them names and address them so,
But they are far too wise to care.
10 March 2019
16 July 2019
Love and hope walk together down the same street. Sunset, sunrise, midnight; it doesn’t matter. Step by step they walk, arms linked. S...
A cold night. I shiver as I write down the names of the gods I deny, and then erase them all. The page is again blank. Each time I erase a ...
Like blood on the hands of a policeman, like the screams of a beaten prisoner; a cat cries out in the night. It is the sound of my life spr...