Tinnitus is a Bitch

You harridan, you, you hissing witch Photo Credit: Will Pennington Oh you harridan, you hissing hagyour constant kvetching connivesto wither worry wear my nervesignobly ignoring the pain yourpurple preying pollution playsupon my brain while stealthilystealing my sanity A snake awakes to hiss alarm towarn away a wandering arm or handor leg and only bites in fear of fatefuldeed, but you you harridan youhissing hag you … Continue reading Tinnitus is a Bitch

Present is Prologue, Let the Past Die

Photo Credit: Will Pennington I shape my memories after the fact to fit the narrative I desire Why waste time looking back at moments I’d rather forget when Present wears the face of Future I keep my Past in the dark unsuspecting of my intent The moment I exist is Present, but Past is its new reality, each moment pushing Past, which is but a … Continue reading Present is Prologue, Let the Past Die

The Fallen Spring Anew

Photo Credit: Pixabay Crisscrossing lines and frenzied edges web-faced leaves sap weak appendages fading glory amid crinkled sparkle cheeky gleam recalls the marvel of the sprouting when the seedling grew from dark moist soil nourished, renew anew another pass again among the rest and ring upon ring on ring ring on and on and the circle grew and grew and with the growth of bark … Continue reading The Fallen Spring Anew


Photo by antonio filigno Concealed, earthy memberhidden ‘neath modest skinburied by bashful eyesbidden there in fear of sin,yet let a growing urge recall to mind the farmingof the seed without which,good lord, no mouths tofeed; but do not let the urge subside ‘neath somemoral ambiguity; take heart,take hand, maneuver ’tilit come and spill and fillthe well from which all pleasure spring Continue reading Eruption

Putin on the Blitz

Apologies to Irving Berlin’s Puttin’ on the Ritz Have you seen the Russian troops Wearing bloody combat boots? As they’re marching on the West Earning medals for Vlad’s chest. Vlad’s seeking who knows what? Looking for his billionaire’s cut? Money’s no object in his war Biden’s billions help kill more. If you’re bored and don’t know where to go Why not go and declare a … Continue reading Putin on the Blitz

Life Sucks…May I Have a Glass of Whine?

Well….. You….. Live in El Dorado And your pocket’s full of gold You live a life of ease and peace of mind You pay the taxman whining And you cuss at the TV Your favorite singer’s twerking While you quaff your pale ale Your lobster bisque is tepid And the ice in your tea melted Well….. Your….. World crashed around you Your day is beyond … Continue reading Life Sucks…May I Have a Glass of Whine?


Riddled through with eyes Dogs my furtive footsteps Creeps my sweating skin Turns me round and around Though, unseen, I think, by any, Or, maybe seen, perhaps, Yet does my anxious mind See shadows in the dark Concealment is my friend My prison too, at that Hidden from prying eyes But nervous of surprise Too fearful to confront Lest give away the deed If blackmail … Continue reading Guilty

Inky Blackness and the Faintest Glow of Light from Around the Door

Inky blackness, and the faintest glow Of light from around the door, Reminded me again Of the people I was serving for The blackest of night Devoid of light But for the faint patch Around the ship’s hatch Within the gray, steel hull Five thousand people Live, laugh, and, occasionally, cry When loneliness creeps in as it does by and by Funny, I think, how … Continue reading Inky Blackness and the Faintest Glow of Light from Around the Door


Soft curl of a sweeping wave breaking on a sandy beach; crystal clear dew drops dangling from a leaf; wind- whispers leaning on pond grass with feather-tips softly sighing for the dragonflies hovering near; random dreams while dozing in the warmth of a sunny day in May; rose petals’ intimate, layering spirals; the delicate filigree of your ear; soft caress in the touch of your … Continue reading Perfection

Gentle Dove of Sweetly Cooing Breast

Green, green of eye, with strangled cry and knuckled mouth, chasm-echoed tricks of thought, devil-filled, of shadows in the dark Behold the crack of heart’s desire, where love is thwarted, thinking he, she seeks another, one not he, but he his brother He must fly at risk of thunder from fool well-versed in blunder, bethought a man, beheld a cripple weak of heart and branded … Continue reading Gentle Dove of Sweetly Cooing Breast

The Frog and the Granite Shore, Part V

Walked I now upon concrete path in town, Crisscrossed here and there with poles of brown, Wires black, and stacks that belched like clowns; Buildings dark and squat gave good Earth an ugly frown; People passed, eyes avert, unsmiling, looking down; I felt no joy on the concrete path in town. Upon hard bench I sat, no music thrilled the air, No child’s laugh or … Continue reading The Frog and the Granite Shore, Part V

Thank The Living Souls

And lost souls, too We mustn’t forget them Sun marches across the sky Leaves behind another day Poppies waving gently In red dotted field Poppy red, dead red Black soil, sweet soil The wagon rolls on Boots reversed in stirrups Taps and gun salute Widow hugs the flag Somewhere, sometime, Someone remembers them The silver drop cleanses Refreshes them to mind Memory returns an image … Continue reading Thank The Living Souls

Where Does the Eagle Stand?

Bit by bit Clipped, ripped, lopped One limb, Then another And another And another. Ten branches To prune is to shape New growth Twenty-seven leaves X marks the spot Old Scratch Insinuating Subverting Bending willows Against the wind Opposites repel Hammer forms Sickle cuts Devil’s tongue Slick salesman Sells lemons Buys souls Slick illusion Grand delusion Where does the Eagle stand? Continue reading Where Does the Eagle Stand?