“zéphyr,” music, sing…my poem
one more harmony
Twilight of the Elites…book review
Our elites are corrupt, they can’t stop themselves…
“…the tongue is a fire…”…James 3:6
how does it taste?
“…a siren’s song…”…a new book, my poem
a symphony of words
Friends Divided…off the mark, a book review
not Gordon Wood’s best
“the quiet fire and you…”…“Reverie,” my poem
your happy smiles
“The prayer of the humble…”… Sirach, 35:17
give it a try
“…without a bird…”…“More,” my poem
nudging still air…
Eye of the Needle…desperate but human…movie review
living and dying
“The ocean makes its thrum…”… “Ashore,” my poem
high tide at Beachmere Inn