Generation XWe were tie dyed and punked out, mohawk wearing swearing in Bad English, totally radical dudes carrying house keys in our hip pockets…Jan 15, 2021Jan 15, 2021
The BalladIn your absence it is my companion a lover whose passion fills the room with electricity who has come home from a war ragged with raw…Jul 31, 2020Jul 31, 2020
Soliloquythe stars climb the dark night weaving their illumination into the trellis of the sky and I rooted to the earth like a rose blushed by the…Jul 8, 2020Jul 8, 2020
Good IntentionsIt was a hot day in early September, a day when the air stood heavy around the wide railed porch where Oliver Birch sat in his usual spot…Jun 13, 2020Jun 13, 2020
Soul MusicI’m told if your child listens to classical music he will know beauty as he growsJun 13, 2020Jun 13, 2020
Young DreamsWhen I was young I dreamt of this place, of sweet evenings by the fire the father of our sons stoking the wood cracking under blue flames…May 9, 2020May 9, 2020
Potato HarvestThe paper blossoms with their amber eyes have withered; their bodies collapsed on their hills; their earthen wombs swollen and expectant…Apr 6, 2020Apr 6, 2020
Winter at HomeIn the lead of winter bleak trees stand like forks in clotted cream about to fall from the weight on their branches. There is only…Mar 26, 2020Mar 26, 2020
