My Poetry and Prose Blogology
I May Be Old, But We’re Still Young
“stars fall from heaven
before our love melts in time…”
“stars fall from heaven
before our love melts in time…”
A Haiku about my Age...
“my relentless fears—”
“in our eclipse of age
we imagined calm bliss
in soft—empty nests…”
“my bones are etched in peens of ache
and my lungs are hardening to stone…”