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 June 18, 2020 Under The Shelter Of St. Nick’s The wind-waves ferry only onward th’scents of wawtry wood and th’smells of rainswept stone. Continue Reading
Posted on June 15, 2020 I Wrote A Poem While I Waited Out The Rain Under the patchwork canopy that catches falling rain… Continue Reading
Posted on February 22, 2020 Reflecting On The Recent Present Through glass: the tiles, in rain-swept sick. Continue Reading