Provenance

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

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

4/15/19

REMEMBER Almost lost amidst dead leaves and severed limbs, a nest felled by the storm, barely more than twigs. On other walks, it would have been a mass to be avoided, side-stepped in the rain. But reason, shamed by tireless fluttering, let sentiment compel a search for life within that sodden lump, so plainly delicate … More 4/15/19