Poem: Monday morning
Monday morning Three strikes on the snooze button Then unwilling, still dark within, I step out…
Poem: The unwritten book
This morning I have been writing poetry, and so for a post today let me share…
A postscript on Utopia
Coincidentally – a word that tricks chance into being fate – I was reading this week…
Poem: Losing my direction
This morning I have posted an old post that was caught in the wordpress software, and…
Craft, voice and the fire
“We all know poetry isn’t a craft that you can just turn on and off. It…
Poem: Snow falls on the suburban plain
Here is a poem that I will before too long include in a collection titled Dr…
The poet in a time of terror
In December 2017 a man in a black SUV drove his car into a group of…
Cantos from a cage
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou…
Poem: the tethered mind
The tethered mind The mind prowls, tethered to its past. An unknown unknown rises from An…
Elegy
A little under two weeks ago my mother died. I gave the eulogy at her funeral,…