Incommunicado - July 11, 2021
No one really knows why God is too humble to pick up a pen too muted to have a voice too busy to have the time or just too smart to try...
No one really knows why God is too humble to pick up a pen too muted to have a voice too busy to have the time or just too smart to try...
arguments begin when diverse human pressures collide forming clouds that sometimes darken and bring rain it’s only after the sun returns...
notice the shape of each ear is a half-heart and the two combined create the whole affectionate form which can only mean one thing when...
wheel in interlocking circles bent-winged shadows x-ing the treetops above a stick-pile nest two tangled feet high four twisted feet wide...
mom and I stop and sit on a bench at the end of a crooked old finger of a long dock that sticks out over the Chesapeake Bay an old guy in...
the crafty ones use every experience as paint for portraits of beauty or the human condition for example they would take a visit to the...
No one has to pull off the gauze and tape to know there is puss oozing from infested terrain somewhere deep inside everybody A few...
when a dog sleeps the factory stays open even from their back or belly they continue to box up and deliver the gift we adore
I love being the unsolicited guest to my own gala where I can dust off off my sweeter emotions wear a rented moment for an entire...
The island days lined us up and stapled our hearts together our hearts chased so much love embarrassing us with their misses no one...
or tomorrow's full moon next Tuesday or whenever death’s frozen fingers carries me away let me hold on to this late life contentment it...