As you can see, I'm not a poet. I just liked these words, together. A NOTE ABOUT TIME It's October. It's December. It's May again? And I'm not sure of the year. Time and time and time. A nickel buys bread, but there is no medicine to stop … Continue reading A Note About Time
I know this falls well short of being a profound statement, but this is a strange time of the year.
I haven’t attempted much poetry since college. As such, I’m not even sure that’s what this is. For what it’s worth, this came from a strangely deep and abiding emotion which washed over me at my son’s 5th birthday party. It was such a melancholy sensation seemingly linked not only the quick pace of life … Continue reading The Boy on His Birthday