Writer. Demand Poet.
Identity is a broken hinge on which
The closet door of self hangs
The loose screws gasping to hang on
Exhausted sheet rock shredding,
Lost in a memory of its former self.
A cry out! Ayyy me! OH the
Agony … Read the rest “Identity is a Broken Hinge”
Say hello to her, the person
Who entered,
You see her now? The chubby
Middle-aged
Lady in clunky boots with
Gray streaks. Greet her since
No one seem to have
As yet.
Hello lady: Sorry.
I didn’t see you there.… Read the rest “Chubby Lady”
The thing that’s likely to kill me
One day, isn’t a wayward bus
Or a tumor in my cervix or even
An anxious suburban wildcat.
Voted most likely to kill me
Sooner … Read the rest “An Ode to The Tombstone I Shouldn’t Love”
If I seem distracted lately, it’s all for an excellent cause.
I’ve been stringing for the Hersam Acorn publication, The Stratford Star. You can click through here to the site to read all of my stories if you are interested… Read the rest “In the News, in the news”
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you want to brave the cold? I can wrap you up
totally: velvet scarf, down parka, mitts,
a rabbit skin hat  grandpa stitched himself, and
two pairs of woolen socks. you want to
brave a path into
tomorrow? … Read the rest “brave – #smallstone – Day 7”