Poetry

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 … 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… 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… 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… 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… 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… Read More »Sonnets From the Wasteland 1 – 4