Month: May 2018

River’s Edge

On this hot and humid midsummer’s eve the river calls to me as bullfrogs croak in a throaty bass while a whippoorwill sings in the trees. Advertisements

Haiku: Bald Eagle

free spirit soaring

In Vino Veritas

The sacred truth, now broken as lies spill from his lips his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine

#Haiku: Sunny Days

scorching desert sun

The Siamese on Catshole Lane

She lives on Catshole Lane with all the common cats on the Isle of Man.   She’s beautiful, hot and exotic, a pure Siamese with almond-shaped eyes as blue as the sea and a long graceful tail. She, an outsider shunned by all the…

Flower Moon

When the willows weep at night they call to the flower moon Come and spread your light through our slender tendrils as beetles scurry underfoot banish the deepening gloom.

Thoughts From An Opal Child

As I grow older, time is racing by, as if I am on a high-speed train barreling towards the end of my life. One minute, I am turning a page in the calendar and greeting a new month, and the next a new year…

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