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The night’s dark eyes smile at what is left of me, you... stealing bits and pieces of who I am with small nips that hurt for ..

What is left to say? Yeats pulled at the strings of warp and weft, to part the curtain… ~Opening scene... stage right... GASP..

I was waiting for the light to turn, looking at nothing really, a white house on the corner, half a dozen businesses someone’s dream ..

If there is such a thing as time, I have often thought it must be like a book, every page an infinitely thin slice of eternity, static, w..

Sometimes I wonder if it was Helen’s face that brought the sack of Troy. I mean, really? Maybe it was something else, sweet k..

LIKE MY BACK AIN’T GOT NO BONE It is hard to get comfortable in this tall chair today, because yesterday was, at lea..

She called and said, “Ty invited us to songwriter’s night.” A round of Nashville maestros for our listening pleasure..

Something about the way a disarray of atoms collided deep in the gaseous past conspired to ordain that it would rain today on my para..

Rain dimples the water, under furled sails; the gentle rise and fall of the hull is a quiet bass drum to echo like distant thunder...

How did it come to this? Those times we walked the creek, tossed rocks, and climbed old mossy trees a hundred yards off the path..