've learned as I've lived, and will be wise with hindsight
Ever On the Wing, pt. VII: Wise with Hindsight
Greatest to the Least
All live and die - from the greatest to the least...
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
Broken Sole
I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →
When I Was But a Child
I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →
You, My Formidable Friend
I met you, but it wasn't in the way we'd have supposed we would In fact, I discovered you, the beautiful face from that picture It was given to me, but I wasn't supposed to look at you You were just the friend of a friend It turns out you were the friend of a... Continue Reading →
December Rose 