
My Poetry and Prose Blogology

My Avalanche of Darkness
“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”


“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”
A Haiku on Getting Old…
(Hint—it’s better with a friend!)
“my loving Mother—who knew me well
passed away at a tender young age”