Fall Foil

Still,With a semblance of reason,I glimpse this late seasonritual Autumn bonfireas bright and cordial as anyprevious blazethat strobed the robes ofbloom and possibility Yet admittedly,My…

Our Low Tidings

The dim and the boorish leadthis delicate interval-thugs pummeling nakedtruth into a pornographicPost-It-Note of negationand neglect Reflection being theiremphatic enemyas the plainto see does battle,Rising…

More Mouse Droppings !

Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will continue, my remarking on the…