Diplomacy
With passion you might argue yes or no or claim the world is either black or white. With voices raised we’re screaming “I am right” and we forget the “why” […]
Tag Archives: poetry
For a young boy
Unbroken boy, be brave your grave’s yet shallow, when worms of marrow rest Be blessed in youth, be raw cause yet no sorrow’s claw, no flaw has marked your skin, […]
Posthumous stars
War was waiting, mud and lice and itch of sweat trapped in wool. It was waiting in the company of trench rats fat from rot of flesh. It was shell […]
While weeding my garden
The way they weave and weed their words around conspiring, eating truth. Does it matter only how a lie is told? Can we only paint the world in black? Have […]
Outhouse scent
A scent of outhouse brings me back to leisured days of youth, to sunwarm gneiss as smooth as ice beneath my bare feet running for seclusion. Its sense is not […]
