Fingers, off the keys, • lift up the forgotten pen • to scratch the paper. Continue reading →
There must be a deep-seated need for a tax day related poem so here it goes. But then the next one is in keeping with this year’s theme. Continue reading →
I think it’s come to either: do it the hard way or move on. Continue reading →
Out in the driveway • Stars and planets up above • porch light welcomes me Continue reading →
Fourteen lines for day fourteen: The fair lad who wooed me held out his hands • bearing a flower that flew off, a dove. Continue reading →
There is nothing training cannot do. Nothing is above its reach. It can turn bad morals to good; it can destroy bad principles and create new ones; it can lift men to angelship.
