Every day, I get on the subway at the beginning of its route. About 45 minutes later, I am right downtown, three stops from the end. With any luck, it’s about 7:30 in the morning, and I have lots of time to get a Starbuck’s. After my day in the cubicle, I’ll be back in […]
A room’s been built for me I think They cubed it Such by such by such No closet to incubate monsters No dark shiny eyes and secret smiles under the bed The narrow door locks from the outside And from the inside Oh, and no window to let in the unwanted sun. And, I can […]
Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** Cream does not rise to the top No, it does not Mediocrity Rises to the top Ass kissing rises Connection making rises Self interest rises Self editing rises Petty power hegemonies Calculated belittlement Careful omission Faint Praise Falsehood These rise Excellence Goes Hungry and lonely among us We shake…
I bring cats to Restful Acres. I guess they’re called therapy animals now. I’m a widower, in my 50’s, and fortunate enough to have time on my hands. In the last few years, the faces here have come and gone, and some have become friends to me. My old Mum was a mainstay here, but […]
Hi…my poem”Spring shall overcome” has been published here before, and now Spillwords has accepted it and they have it featured on their front page today. I thank their editors for taking the piece. Spring Shall Overcome
Originally posted on Richard M. Ankers – Storybook:
She was that age, that ageless something Between rose petal cheeks and silver waves of fascination Where the foundations moved but the plans never changed Where her eyes only ever shone brighter, more acutely than before Piercing like twin stars set in her own personal heaven A…
Normally I do not post preachy sayings or quotations. This one is an exception.
Have you felt it, dear one? The oddness, the forced smiles, the hurried looks. The swift shutting of doors at dusk in huddled houses. Poisonous seeds have been sown. Short fuses in broad day. Scripted horrors bring us to the brink. Our world is waiting.
Driving at dusk. Strong crosswind. Corner of eye sees whipping black canvas caught on wire fence. Thinks it’s a galloping horse, slams on brakes. Driving night highway. Construction zone. Dozens of plastic pylons throw swift shadows. Thinks it’s a hundred people running across the road. Slams on brakes. Enters unexpected tunnel. Slows down, 30 below […]
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