Poetry

"...I see a hand swipe the plate from the table..."

"...having a community of dead people ..."

Rest in peace, David.

"...Frost clings to the air..."

"...after a life on the road a little less..."

"...the subtle but resolute miracle..."

"...I held fast to my walking stick..."

"...We remember certain lessons, proverbs heard from our mothers..."

"...Are you sipping from its pages?.."

"...I enjoy the interrogation..."

"...Sun beating down releasing scents..."

"...A see-through that is often unseen..."

Haiku. Part of the ongoing series, reflecting the life and times, especially in this part of the globe.

"...Some days were spent in pajamas all day long..."

"once in a while..."

A rengay collaboration

"...a man with only a bottle for good company..."

"...perhaps they still live in hope like us..."

"...the stillness of a summer day was biting away..."

"Among the sandcastles they play..."

"Life is dynamic and diverse..."

"...He raced ahead and saw a man struggling..."

"...raise the poets of merit up from the grave..."

"...I realized the truth of what I saw..."

"...Today has been tough..."

"...call me by my name..."

"...No such thing anymore as working a person’s way up..."

"...the country where you live now..."

"...all things are gone, yet present..."

"...an interspecific interface between a human and a feral feathered friend..."