The walls were the last to go quiet, though not without some creaks and shuddering I swear I could see them shift. Tho’ nothing cracked  the...

In memory of David Bowie Tracking the echoes of the sidereal mystery show Where red platform boots lick the stars  Where the shadows of whit...

Now stouter and broader, temples too gray to hide. Had to turn ugly as me to become somebody able to take own baggage. Welcome to man’s worl...

And, after finally being able to take a shit after three weeks of suffering… I stood up, turned to my left, then, forgot what I was doing. I...

  After months in weeds, I thought my little blue boat was ruined. It hardly leaks at all. Hop in, I say to a wood duck watching from the sh...

Sunset in full bloom bleed out the old day sleepily into silence rain gentle on me into lulling dream, we had our moment in the sun danced t...

                for Simon Perchik (1923 – 2022) While you lay dying my left ear bled abstractions streaking the pillow — you’d unearth a poe...