A dramatic narration.
Category Archives: Poetry
This Morning It’s No Secret
Spring is back and Life is here – what will you risk for it?
Your Name is Nightingale
You find ghosts in the oddest of places. Mine haunted a news page.
Where Am I?
Massachusetts springtime, Indiana summer – where am I again?
Look Up (Parasite)
I’ve seen trees before. I grew up around trees and even had what I would call good relationships with many of them. Call it the famed Midwestern friendliness.
Character Building
I didn’t give you a story and I didn’t make you up.
Thorns & Faces
A small joke at eternity’s expense.
Insurance Is Not A Poetic Thing
Insurance is not a poetic thing, but it gives life or death, as surely as the Universe: a great deal smaller, though not less complex.
Today My Words Are Simple: Trick History
I don’t know the name, but I know it lies closest to your heart.
Happy Endings
I’ll tell you a secret about happy endings.
Skeleton At The Feast 