Monthly Archives: May 2018

Writing junk takes its toll not just on aspirations, but on my soul. If I can’t offer a cup of pristine water to my reader, it is no better barter to construct a Versailles fountain fed by – slightly – … Continue reading →

Higginson, instead of the seer he should have been, was, for her, mere tradesmen, buyer and seller of slate and shale for the rooftops of New England. So, when his moment arrived, he did not recognize that diamond in the … Continue reading →

Whenever I feel the need to be beaten, at chess, I call my neighbor for a tournament. We’ll play two games, a third if we need to break the tie, though usually, we don’t. He always wins. I learn some … Continue reading →

(This is a short story, not a poem. It is long. If you are looking for poems, work back or forward in the blog and skip this. This story is in my poetry blog because I couldn’t figure out how … Continue reading →

Just for the fun of it: Realism: Everything is broken and it works. Idealism: Everything works as it was ideally meant to, even if it’s broken. Pragmatism: Most of it is broken, but it’s all we have. Optimism: The cup … Continue reading →

My wife’s warm mouth is oven for my lust. With pressing need heeded, kneaded rare enough to be succulent, I am slid in to her heat. OH! Ah! for the times when gentle nibbles suffice to send the juices………..shooting. Then, … Continue reading →

Rap is not “the death of poetry”, rather the honing of tools poets have used for centuries: pounding rhythms; rhymes welding lines together; staccato stanzas stuffed with perfect words; themes to resurrect to soul! A well wrought rap is Dickinson … Continue reading →