Today I am feeling quite maudlin.It stirs up echos in my lifemere dust clouds, wisps of facesand places all captured here…It is below zero outside again todaybut all I … Continue reading Maudlin Days. (A poem)
I place hands, thick, dry, worn and calloused upon the cold, vinyl steering wheel. Winter’s breath, blue and frozen, weighs heavily upon this steel frame. I exhale another vapor trail … Continue reading A Bear in this winter. (A Poem)
It is morning again and I find that my head is full of stuffing…its no fun waking up still groggy and head thumping away. As I pour my first … Continue reading Can’t wake up!
We comb back our hair Frayed and tattered by the wind Greased pulled back stumped fingers sometimes biting at the bit checking faces in mirrors is this really me? Is … Continue reading Soldiers on respite