A Stone’s Throw – A Ballade

still i struggle to find my place and to accept my lot in life and to sustain a breakneck pace be’set on all cor’ners by strife pushed to the edge by blade of knife i press myself against its edge exhale a cry as shrill as fife and turn my head to face the ledge…

The Cool of Autumn

the cool of autumn cracks this shell of heat summer splinters scattered shards on whistling wind headlights drawing near on lonesome country roads and all i can imagine is infinite directions photons traipsing cross lingering mist and cornstalk silhouettes following familiar paths arriving at the same place

Finding It

if i ever make it i’m not sure how i’ll take it – will i find myself humble magnanimous gracious in victory or perhaps flaunt my good fortune sinking sparkling silver knives and forks into prime cuts of only the most savory meats tossing scraps into the bowls of mangy mongrels who scorned me –…