Microscopic bubbles,
A fog upon the glass. [continue…]

Several verses in the style of the old Burma-Shave roadside advertising signs. [continue…]

Several haiku-adjacent verses about the simple things in my life.
[continue…]

I sit alone by her hospital bed —
The others are gone, the prayers have been said —
And look for a time at her ancient face,
The lines writ by years; a facade of lace. [continue…]

Brilliant blue in a half-cloud sky,
“Quiet air,” reflects the vane.
The world is lit by cleaner light
The morning after a rain. [continue…]

Several haiku-adjacent verses about the simple things in my life. [continue…]

Our lives gain value by our friends
And what those friendships mean,
Our kith and kin are emblems of
Those bonds that stay unseen. [continue…]

As I sit here at my desk,
Pushing papers to the side,
Think upon it’s mess grotesque,
Won’dring how it got shanghaied. [continue…]

So long ago I had a love,
My life, she played a part.
The woman was to me a dove,
Ere long she had my heart. [continue…]

O’er three years and fifteen, have you been mine.
Before this was darkness, empty all ’round.
You saved me from hell of my own design,
And soon to your side I chose to be bound. [continue…]