Bait the Lines

  the relativity of two unrelated stares   age looks deep  into the past times youth looks high into the future times  both are unfocused  w...

hey high a sign of the times hanging on one bracket squeaks ill of the dread so  i write my own poems i read my own poems i share my poems m...

  i said he noticed things   grains beached on the sands of a life time’s tidal times visitors come and go thoughts remain memories as deep ...

  a thought ran away with me language a corral  a stallion what can language jump over but language itself where would language gallop  if t...

  as planning planned to all along scrap newt and bat rules that’s what the headline said and then they added toads just for good measure ta...

  why write a poem why would you strangle a poem at birth drown it in hessian thoughts come  where would you send them return to sender poem...

Am I my Father’s Keeper My 84 year old dad was in a nursing home and had pretty lousy short term memory. He also had a chronic and painful d...