Funny how I always seem to drinkNothing but a most briny ink,While everything that I finally seeSinks to the depths all around me. For life is not “like” a simile—Well beyond “to be, or not to be,”It is truly a...

In Cadence of Rhyme I am always so less demandingAfter crossing the bridge of understanding,Where I can meet myself on the other side,Folding in upon me just like the tide. For what a mixture that makes—Me, myself, and I, all our...

The door slammed behind me, indicating that the chief must have decided I was in the wrong and her incompetent rookie was in the right.“What the hell were you doing coming in the back way? You are no longer...