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Should you feel an urge to drop a vowel or two in the pool -- please do. I assure you I’m not that sort of poet, one so easily o..

Two men and a woman dead One, a suicide left a note behind explaining why he couldn’t go on why they had to ..

Clocking off at first light, the nightwatchman Bids a gooday, howzit to the blurry eyed binmen Before heading home. He does not envy them. ..

When I was a child, I feared spoons More than tigers. In my imagination I could always outrun the appetent cat, Find an elephant to shi..

Sun soaked. Clay laved. Buoyed by the light of a diamond’s indefatigable verve -- I hear the boys of summer echoing through the en..

That twelve-stair descent, the unaired apprehension for the black hole my bucolic cousins claimed a portal to Mephistopheles’ dank..

"what I've been up to for the past month"

Half a foot, too short … the objection to the shearing direction ‘above the collar …’ overruled. My father&rsq..

At dusk, shadows reign. The sun like a spent gimp hobbling from the day’s fields across the pebbled taupe of an implacable shore n..

Calmed by the certainty only the living will leave us here, we linger a little longer, seek between their marbled rows some echo of an..