Doors

Before the hare, before the hole,before the twisted dream,there was the door, its frame petite,its contents undisclosed. Was she deceived?Did she believe the world beyondwould match its portal’s size? Or was it hopethat made her drink,despite the waistcoat, watch,and steep descent?A rabbit’s warning cry? Too late, I fear, too late. How soon until we wake? … More Doors

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