Here in my chair, after a full night’s sleep,

eyes ranging ‘cross shelves of my library Continue reading →

“The birds of the air,

and the fishes of the sea

are beneath the Lord’s care”

but I kill the ants

because it pleases me; Continue reading →

They are ethnic or religioned or ideologued or classed

as junkies to heroin dens; I’ll not detach Continue reading →

Excitement is not joy;

the flare of the bright red leaves

signals their imminent falling. Continue reading →

Others build bridges, but not ever the herd

with their in-group echo-chamb’ring, products preferred, Continue reading →