I walked to the edge of Tomorrow. Bright love burns the fog of sorrow. — Image:Copyright Rdonar | Dreamstime.com
Category: Poetry
Spring Storm
thunder soaking rain; flashing firefly finds shelter in the azalea
Recycled
Tossed out. Just junk mail. Reject. His life worthless. Her Love recycled him.
Gashes
The balcony, Elaborately carved white balustrade, spreads across two rooms, looks out across the blue-green sea cradling a stone promontory, smooth sloping surface, reaching several hundred feet above the water A gash, a road, cuts across its face halfway up…
Lament for the Yogi
Yankee Stadium Night out with my dad. Yogi Slammed a great home run. September 22, One year ago. Awake in the night, Strange thoughts: Yogi’s so old now, Likely to die soon. Next morning, I learned he died in the…
Please, a Broom
Slashing, jagged chunks of broken glass. Barefoot, trapped. Someone, please, a broom. Slashing, jagged chunks of savaged heart. Cruel shards. Someone, please, a broom. — Image: by Richard
Haiku Lament
Awake in the night, Haikus on the brain. Cheap words. Hard to get them right. Hard to get them right, Hard to make them beautiful. Life too can fall flat. Life too can fall flat Trying for the beautiful. So…
The House With Nobody In It
Have you ever driven past one of our modern ruins—a factory, a barn, a farmhouse—and wondered about its story—the people, their possibilities, their passions? I read an article with 85 photos by Johnny Joo in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, photos…