a sonnet November, 2020 When all is well I stride through life erect, like Atlas, bold, believing myself strong. Forgetting, like some pompous starchitect that…
Antic Spring
April 2020 I’m one of six “teenagers” going on a “picnic.” How droll. We six did the exact same thing yesterday. Well, not the exact same thing.…
Tombstone
February 2020, Cancun, Mexico Many of these short pieces were inspired by prompts from various writing groups. I shouldn’t mention that—who wants to read someone…
Three Reflections
This is my first poem in a while (I’ve been trying to write only songs, not poems). It was liberating because there are things you…