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...

August Moon He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison townWhile she was born to poor folk on the moorThey chanced upon love’s passion, so profoundAnd met just months before the start of war  She knew he was the one, when...