Each Day is Hard
Each day is hard, my Love. Discomfited by fond memories. Remember when you laid your head on my lap As we watched The African Queen? I smoothed the strands of y...
Each day is hard, my Love. Discomfited by fond memories. Remember when you laid your head on my lap As we watched The African Queen? I smoothed the strands of y...
I hear your name, The softness of it. In dark hours When I and my restless wandering Are breached by still waters. I see your face And follow it. Sense your lim...
That’s her. That is her. Time doesn’t spoil the spirit. It cracks the cocoon That is her body open. That’s her. That is her. The wind won̵...
And now I remember. It’s like the first breath. Past troubled lives. Over shards of painted idols roughly hewn By a dumb craftsman. I’m with you now...
Wash it all away. Into the quiet … Hush. I stand before my God. What else was I seeking?
It was fun. Then it wasn’t.
A train passes, cries. Sobbing new life throbs within once quiet hills.
Geese tread icy waters. They don’t shiver, But I think they’re cold. Their little brains cannot plumb Man’s artifice. But neither can Man. &nb...
Rain falls. Even these words are wet and soaking. A fog rises and obsures the past. The crust of past experience. But sometimes I remember how it used to be.