poem 3, spring 2022

The air is busy with ebullient chats Teas swirl with the latest milk, Musings trickle their way to my ears, Which sag down my bright green silk I am treated to the energy of many Engulfed by the lacking of one A distant hum barricades my head I stare at the wood grain table, as…

sestina 1, spring 2022

Passing early, the mirror catches eyes The tide whisks and I cannot refrain Slow approaches, dainty steps and lies Simple visions, do they not contain The perfect meaning? My heart is beating Faster as my reflected figure dies Invisible hope on fingertips dies A couple of rapidly flitting eyes Shoulders cannot take the beating Rounded…

Coronavirus and Contamination OCD

I know I’m not the only one feeling the effects of the recent global Coronavirus pandemic, despite not having technically been personally touched by it. I know that many folks out there actually do suffer from Covid19 and I’m not claiming to be suffering like they are. That being said, I want to let you…

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