Like a fist, a slap on wet meat. a raw dog, always starved, always hunting for the victory. Can never surrender. Bone thin. angels of stone, hunching forward, never pleading for mercy, triumph or death. The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause … Continue reading Soldiers of Ukraine

Your life was written before you lived it. No escape from toil, they knew no better. Like it was not their fault. But it was. Too young to know your mother's face before she was wrenched away with your unborn sister. But there it was. No father to care for you, except with money. Just … Continue reading Mother In Fourteen Lines

We stroll through different gardens, coming to this quiet place, silent amongst the elms, with the blazing orange of autumn above and all around. We have knelt at different graves, been the thinker between the thoughts, pondering life now passed, becoming the wings of light together, in this park beneath the sun. September 14, 1995 … Continue reading Park

Winter gone; like those burdens we shared as tears falling on satin cheeks, like bruises on the cherries of spring, are all gone. Windmills circle on the plains singing to the sky as we share our lines, and dreams in April. There is no Quixote. The rain comes sweet and gentle. Creatures gather to the … Continue reading In April

Have we lost our paradise, our future, their future? Where will our gratitude go? We are fleeting, a blink against the universe. Yet we waste our paradise too. What will be my legacy? What will be ours? Nothing left but questions. We are out of time, there are no angels to save us, and I … Continue reading Paradise Lost