Before I mail the letter (a poem)

Still plugging away at the editing job, while keeping in mind that I want to get to the post office today before it closes. I check the writing on the envelope with care it’s one of the few things I can still control I want to be sure the message is going to reach you it [...]

The last dispatch from the dearly departed (A poem)

An early morning poem after a good night’s sleep… Body shivers points at the sky its field of vision shifting The offering is made the prayers spoke tomorrow fades into lightning Heaven cannot fit the square frame or stem the loss of elasticity too pronounced to hide There’s no coming back from this all purchases [...]