The Echo

Chaucer,  Keats,  and Willie Dixon Echo in this crazy brain                                      Emily, Robert, Walt, and Hank                   O lustrous star, O lonesome train Frederick, Miles, Brian, and John          Good vibrations...

Impulse

up on the fence I toe the narrow path one foot in front of the other. oh, I must keep moving, eyes straight ahead, for to stop and think is to fall. on the edge of balance I sway from wobble to repose when suddenly a cool breeze hits my face and a spontaneous urge...
Cry, Dark Cloud

Cry, Dark Cloud

cry, dark cloud let your tears rain down upon me weep, dark sky unfold your shroud to cover my sorrow sigh, deep, rhythmic sea exhale your misty breath against my being to wash my soul and comfort me
Grief

Grief

Grief connection cut but connection still felt her presence is all around – the strands of hair in an idle brush, a smiling snapshot on the dresser top, a note found stashed in a coat pocket he roams from room to room reaching out in vain, trying to to penetrate...

A Nightmare’s Soundtrack

November 9, 2016 I sit in the dark pondering as my incredulity slowly drains like blood from an open wound and reality begins to settle its heavy mantle on my being. over and over the ‘how and the why’ of it plays like a bad drum loop, a nightmare’s...