A manifesto in verse. —

When you randomly think of someone from a distant chapter of your life. — Out of the blue today, I thought of someone I hadn’t thought of in at least two decades. Here’s how I got there. I was helping my Mom with one of her Amazon delivery runs, when I thought about finding a gym with a pool. Getting into a pool would…

A Sonnet —

Don’t trust Facebook apps to tell you what your name means. — I have a very random and very specific pet peeve. I absolutely hate those Facebook apps that people of a certain age and religious affiliation are so fond of using, the ones that allegedly tell you what your name means. They seem to be attached to some kind of random…

Everything is cyclical. — It’s been a long, hard . . . Well, I was going to say year, but that’s not entirely accurate. It’s been more than a year. It’s been a few years, really. But this last year has been especially rough. Part of it has been moving back to California and…

A Sonnet —

A Sonnet —

A Poem —

A Sonnet — The stars are slipping far from human hands. Though they may last a night, a million years, the cosmic wind is blowing them, as sand, away and yet away. So shed your tears: entrust them now unto the astral glow, that they may underwrite the memory of these uncertain years. The stars will know of you and…