The Battle for Authenticity
In love and war they say, All’s fair. But drafted...
Tag Archives: Poetry
Detachment
The wound was deep But I held my hand Over my...
Looking Back
Looking back At a picture I just saw Of you And...
Gestalt of a River
Oh, melancholy blue Your ripples cast shadows O’er impermanent sands Revealing...
Letter from a Lost Texas Prairie
You saw me this morning. I was radiant in pale first...
In a pickle
You are awake you dream the dreams that lovers make in...
Jury Duty
...an excuse that is wearing thin after a year of traveling...