The Question

running to the incessant tap of time upon my shoulder still burning the fuel  of ambition and desire but the meter ticks and the inevitable question looms like a traffic sign ahead do I quicken the pace  or slow it down, lay back, and take in the...

The Optimist

the optimist dishonest voices hover like a poison cloud above the noisy throng primal brains respond lips feel free to speak the unspeakable yet… in a world painted gun metal gray my vision remains awash with color I want to live and without a dream I will...

This Brief Moment

the ash trees along the parkway stand like sentinels stark and leafless, their veins and capillaries etched against a gray but placid sky the lawns are green and wet with the memory of recent rain on days like this nature seems closer at hand its presence enveloping...

Breadcrumbs

words fall like bread crumbs to the floor to be swept into a pile. order out of chaos: a poem 02/25/19
The Roses in Bloom

The Roses in Bloom

the roses in bloom as if for the first time I notice – I mean ‘really’  notice – the roses in bloom how was I so blind to the breathtaking splendor in front of me? was it because of the rose’s deep symbolism? did I view it only through the lens of...