How vile, how foul you are to wreck this green peace with a donkey’s bray The sweet sigh of breeze shattered and mocked as you contest for the noblest obscenities … Continue Reading Defilement
Lines of vines cling to string. A swooping tree dangles hard round fruit, so green. Rhubarb, tended, raises its flower flags. All this, in the brash and beautiful life of … Continue Reading And so. Just so.
Why don’t you see me? Acknowledge me at least. I am a living thing, and you know me. I’m sure of it. God, it’s been forty years since High School. … Continue Reading A living thing