Category Archives: Verse

The sunsome longer days Are warming frozen trees, The ancient steady rays Becoming nature’s keys Unlocking fluid flow Within Earth’s giant plants. When southern breezes blow These creatures start their dance Of botanic celebration. Subtle sweet beasts of green Anticipate … Continue reading →

You wrote these lines for me. You placed them here, on this paper, years ago. Their ink glistened for an instant, moist from your warm pen, then dried forever, for me. The vibrant blue curves and loops, circles and hooks, … Continue reading →

In those days when each moment brought a fresh impression, a new opportunity to exercise analysis and judgment, there was an era when I served my apprenticeship in the craft of manhood. The strong and ancient compulsions of lust and … Continue reading →

Digitus meant finger to the Romans and gave us our word digit which means finger too, but as years went by became a word for number, since fingers count things (crudely but ably). It takes most of the digits of … Continue reading →

One sleepless night I had a dream About a shapeless beast. It had no head, no eyes, no tail, WW_diptera_2 No teeth with which to feast. I heard it, though.  It drifted in Beneath my bolted door And whistled through … Continue reading →