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First, they came for me, Hence the brevity of this poem. . 

The seasons can't hold: Summer, avoiding Autumn, Swerves into Winter! . 

  In 2003, we bought a couple of suitcases for the China trip to gather the family together. There's the red one, which I use pretty muc...

Fawn trailing a doe Wonders why I mow the lawn. Me too, kid. Me, too.  . 

There's a hood holed up in Chi Town! In St. Lou they fixed the fight! There's a doubting priest in Joplin Who might never see the li...

"Monster! (cried I) Hound of Satan! Every way I turn, you're waiting! So obsequiously waiting, waiting at my chamber door. As the v...

Two roads diverged in a sunny wood, And as I could not exist on both, I chose the fire and hoped for good I may regret I threw those dice, I...

The dizziness seems to be going away when I sit up in bed now, and when I lie down. It gave up when I decided it was five seconds of being h...

I posted a couple of times this year, but they went sideways, and not in a great way. I wrote two short posts and didn't notice that the...

In 1990, days before I graduated community college with an AA in Commercial Art, a counselor told me there was a company interested in me (f...

In grade school, there was a regular ritual for the Monarch butterflies. Sixth graders cruised the ditches and roadsides for milkweed plants...

Without haste or care, Winds lightly deal our piled leaves Back to their own yards. .

Yellow. Orange. Red. At the sun's silent signal, The green mask slides off. .

The North Wind, laughing At soft pink buds that believed Its lying zephyrs. .