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I am desperatelyhomesick for whom I used to be, unshackled from a world I want no part untied to spiritless ghosts of tomorrow waiting ..

Morning in the Nursing Home Hallway White hair is thin like yarmulkes made of years; weary spirits, a haunted Greyhound station.

The Distinction of Being Alive I notice a tiny red ant crawling across the kitchen windowsill. I hear a branch scrape the window-- ..

*** Shortly after bumpersaccidentally bump comes the blaring of bad-mannered horns, a cacophony of freeway chaos:cars stuck, s..

--- The water of the somber harbor lies silent. and the wealth of resolute men, men whose fiberglass egosfloat upside downin swirls of m..

PUBLISHED IN THE AWAKENING REVIEW SPRING ISSUE 2023

Haiku

Inside this Head The term is introvert: life inside one's head, crowded corners of confusion coupled withfears and drea..

I'm not Ready I'm not ready to die. When I was young I thought I was ready; I was wrong. The same way I was..

In a Hallway of a Nursing Home This sleepy station, and all this white hair in wheelchairs waiting against the wall: squeak..