All the goodIn the worldIs cupped into the tiniest of spacesWhere not even the wandering omniscient eyeCan divine the secretsNor separate factsFrom delusions of insanityIn that tiny world in that tiny spaceGrows… Read More »It’s Always Winter
take my hand and take my wingsInto the deep blue sky and the crisp wind forma perfect day for soaring above ourselvesInto the rich and rare air of dreams take my hand and bind my wingsto… Read More »Take My Hand
Down the golden bridge rides the modern mageThrough the haze and into the ring of lightTo summon and exhort a mindless rageThat casts enchantment and calls for a fightAgainst the tide and demands magicalThinking of… Read More »Modern Mage
As the death toll from COVID-19 tops 50,000, there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight. We hear good news from New York about the curve flattening there and then we see the low… Read More »The Fall’s Gonna Kill Us
As I sit, or lie With implement in hand Waiting for the settling To calm the unsettled mind Random, yes and not Folding the images into Precise corners Feel my obtuse text as It permeates… Read More »The Shape of Touch
I’ve posted these previously but thought they were especially relevant today. #1 What’s left when rage has all but consumed you? A tempest swathed in paper-thin shell With a hoarse voice and lips cracked from… Read More »Sonnets From the Wasteland 1 – 4