The Unwritten Poem

the unwritten poem whistles and waves to get my attention the unwritten poem nags and agitates with incessant cadence the unwritten poem flirts and charms in seductive whisper the unwritten poem bangs on the walls demanding release...

Music Theory

my life is a B flat seventh chord a mixolydian outlier rejoicing in its ‘otherness’ with melody twisting through blue notes and minor thirds, it resists the easy resolution it lingers in the tonal cracks improvising as it winds its melismas of joy and sorrow all the...

The Gift

the fruitless plum is beginning to bloom from bud to blossom, bursting with joy each year it heralds the coming of spring this tree – this gift from my darling boy it chases away dark thoughts that gloom and linger to pester and to annoy it gives my heart a...

Sunday Run

running in the late afternoon back turned to the slanting sun my lengthening shadow leads the way over street, sidewalk and parkway as a hush of evening begins its descent down the stairsteps of the trees

Beached

a horrifying tragedy a cautionary tale fifty pounds of plastic in the belly of a whale our throw-away society – a system gone insane- has choked the seas with styrofoam and polyurethane it’s a package-wrapped extinction unleashed in massive scale fifty pounds of...