Oak Log

The sigh I hear The breath I feel The touch I await The scent from generations away I can find always You are you An oak log. I see you ——— 2017 Here

Upside Down, Inverted

Light becomes dark Water neither solid, liquid, nor gas Color gone Taste absent Sight has become blind The rose’s scent decaying flesh Touch means nothing This world – my life – is become inverted, upside down How ? Why ? … Continue reading →

Am I He ?

Reviewing the list of accusations So cruel and abusive I don’t recognize the man against whom these are made. Yet it is me. I am that unrecognizable man. How is it ? How does a life lived duty, service, honor … Continue reading →