There may be one more. Or not. This was started in the wee-small hours. I appreciate all the visitors and all the poems that were shared by the April poets! The Last before May Why, April, are you so fickle? … Continue reading →
Can’t believe it’s almost over, since it feels like I’m about to fly Arms outstretched, as wide as I horizon line air and ground with the sun so warm in my eyes my head glows while my feet live in … Continue reading →
a day arrives when ordinary and mundane aren’t on the agenda I put out my hand to you and we’re strong for each other.
Now that night has come the world takes a breath and sits back an old couple together trees stand black gated sentries by the occasional window. The mounded woods are silent but at the corners in the wet hollows peepers … Continue reading →
This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now: April’s heavy clouds, oppose fluorescent maples bright yellow willows with sun or no the trees above rich greens first sparks no heat yet a welcome light
Most managers were trained to be the thing they most despise, bureaucrats.
