I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later. The Moon Dance The moon, tho’ not full Cut the night left and right Like a [Read More]
Can’t Find The Words How many poems have you read about rain? Christ, how many have I written about rain? Yet [Read More]
Down In It That’s how life goes… Just when you think Prometheus took that holy fire Handed it to Vulcan to [Read More]
The Resurrection Of Trevor Evans Dusty sunlight sliced into the room, and across the top of the well worn oaken dining [Read More]
“…every one of your so called truths have been met with challenges; confrontations that were met with one of [Read More]
