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 Book of Days…part xxxviii
“…striving to be rain…”… “Prelude,” my poem
“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