Posted on October 28, 2020 A Poem That I Texted With pub fire calling, its warmth tempting all in, Molly, through the rain she yet led. Continue Reading
Posted on October 19, 2020 W’thin Outdoor Café Cold The cold wind lifts these leaves. Continue Reading
Posted on October 10, 2020 From The Table Backed By Octaves In Their Slumber The city spreads its sprawl. Continue Reading
