no words needed… “nondescript,” my poem
a rummage of grey, the clouds
Medicine Man, it’s Connery…movie review
Sean can be quirky
iambic pentameter, a sample…my poem
the words I want
All of Us: The Collected Poems…book review
prose in disguise, by Raymond Carver
“the trees lean in…”…“woodward,” my poem
the mystic mess
Countdown 1945…book review
first person accounts
reach out, “touch the music,” my poem
galumphing is real…
the third kind… “Arrival,” movie review
the aliens talk, will you listen?
American Bonds: How Credit Markets Shaped a Nation (book review)
a big part of the American story
“…these languid clouds…”… “Vigil,” my poem
rending the clouds







