Dreamspoke (a poem)

Before I get down to work… Dreams have a nasty habit of talking to me when I sleep then complaining that I never listen How can I hear anything in a language I don’t understand? I don’t know when they’ll be back but I am listening… (6 January 2019) I have books available. Links to [...]

Floe (a poem)

One eye dilated this afternoon, making the world look decidedly weird… A less-than for a lesser man stretched out across the thin ice— a chain gang of pretenders inept at rescue coming to the aid of no one worth saving When the sound of words has no meaning I don’t exactly flounder but have trouble [...]