Monthly Archives: May 2018



          The world is not very big There is only room for our wonder . . .   “O My Love the Pretty Towns” Kenneth Patchen  


Ice Cream

          [L]et the eye wander off to a menu, where it can start to ingest “Quite Sour Lemon sherbet topped with a stem cherry and chocolate sprinkles . . . and […]


My Mother

      Mirror, mirror Reflecting somebody That I can’t even recognize . . .   Mirror, mirror Show me who I am Show the inner self That’s beautiful and blooming . . .   […]


Lone Star

    All, that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw . . . Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue . . . [It] has opened its soul […]