Oh, Lord, all I want is a shoulder to cry on, That’s all I ask of you. We don’t … Continue reading All I Ask
If children no longer read books, or become distracted by electronic devices, who will remember the masters whose words led … Continue reading The Future of books.
What Secrets do you harbor within? Are there mysteries yet discovered Along the inroads of your mind? Tell me, my … Continue reading Secrets
She was standing by the road when I saw her last Clutching one hand against her downy breast And waving … Continue reading Metaphorical Rose
She killed her husband with a shovel then buried him with it: They Call Me Crazy. Continue reading Crazy is out!
What could I say that could satisfy her yearning for answers that evaded me, after three broken relationships, a lonely, broken old-maid, and more years than I’d care to tell her, having moved back in her mother’s guest room trying to sort out the ruins of my own life, but she needed me to. Continue reading Heal the World? Am I Crazy?
“I wanted to take her up by the stem and carry her back to my tinky little friend,” Continue reading Poetry Corner – October 2014