a sunday kind of love (don’t ever go) can’t lie (waiting just to love you) if i say that i love her (the look of love is in your eyes) and when i kiss her good morning (the look of love is on your face) seal it with a kiss (a look your smileContinue reading “Sunday Morning Lover”
30 days hath september april, june and november from what summer did we have, now winter did it any of it ever take place any of it i wonder it was a dream perfect realism i was awake but briefly belabored breathing climbing to the top was it real was it real was it realContinue reading “her hands”
where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped atContinue reading “the tempest”
The average age of death is 52 years old. Gender not withstanding. Race not withstanding. US regions not withstanding. Frontier. Rural. Urban. None of it matters. Dying an earlier death than the general population is now a given if you fit the population’s demographics.
This is my homage to the great outspoken, graceful, articulate, powerful and so exciting Carrie Fisher, who I heard had died today from complications post massive cardiac arrest 2 days ago. God bless you, Carrie Fisher. I have to tell you this: I have always respected you. I have to admit I half way fellContinue reading “Thank you and I’m really going to miss you, Carrie Fisher”