no words needed… “nondescript,” my poem
a rummage of grey, the clouds
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
reach out, “touch the music,” my poem
galumphing is real…
the third kind… “Arrival,” movie review
the aliens talk, will you listen?
“…these languid clouds…”… “Vigil,” my poem
rending the clouds
the other you…”Looky here,” my poem
another point of view
“a wild portal…”…“Passage,” my poem
a new imagination…
To Serve Them All My Days…movie review
how to live a decent life