With ten grandkids and oodles of greats, who knows which child needed one more story for show-and-tell? You were looking fine: blue suit, peacock tie, […] Read More
Tag: Poem
Who is only visual or always auditory? Changing pools of fresh dropped pearls bare the splash of bad breath airs before the swines of our […] Read More
The Hunter He wore a pink seersucker suit, bold as brass without a hat driving an open-air black jeep, could be for his sister’s wedding, […] Read More
A poem I wrote about my recent vacation Woods are so inviting. Clefts in the hills beckon. Moss yellowed limbs long to be touched. Curving […] Read More