Ode to the Coronavirus, Part 1
They call it coronavirus, a genetic aberration, a mutation damnation, an intimidation plaguing the world’s civilization. How long... View Article
They call it coronavirus, a genetic aberration, a mutation damnation, an intimidation plaguing the world’s civilization. How long... View Article
My wife—AKA Becky—went to her high school reunion: rah-rah! to which she invited me, avoiding hints of complicity. (ha ha)... View Article
I attended my high school reunion, it happened last week: we’d graduated fifty-five years earlier, an amazing streak. It was... View Article
I’ve made an acquaintance named Jayne—not her real name— who’s seen troubles a plenty, that have set her life aflame.... View Article
At five years, petite and slender, she saw something more; she wondered, searched her brain for not having seen... View Article
Not Good* This poem might, it might be short, for but one point will it exhort. The past holds much,... View Article