His car belonged to a Nazi. Not a would be, Or wannabe, Or could have been, Or clone, But a Nazi high in rank, A name you’d know, And I forgot The minute he smiled and said it. He keeps it under wraps in his garage To shield it from harsh winters, Hungry salt; But … More Provenance
WHEN WORDS FAIL They are slippery, evasive, coy, dangling on our tongues, sometimes, yes, at the tip, and sometimes on an edge, not big enough to bite, or near enough to taste, resting on molars, or canines, before vanishing and reappearing in a flicker, chuckling. Once in a while, they are gremlins, gumming up the … More When Words Fail
That sultry day, summer’s waning light, its grasp weary, anticipated death. I didn’t know it at the time, but watched you melting in its haze, thoughtful, with your oars, each fading cell a ghost on rolling glass, hushed waves. No sorrow in your silence, you seemed content to sway, and drift to shore, a thousand … More Rowing Home
