I hate autumn. The colors, the wind, the chill, the wilted plants. Autumn is the drama queen of the year, Always in crisis, Flinging beauty about recklessly. . Autumn gets under your skin. Sneakier than winter, more glamorous than spring. … Continue reading
(for 30 poems in November) Hitler ignored advice and invaded Russia. The soldiers who were too frightened, dug their own graves. Soldiers shot them and Jews who were traitors. …. “How do you ask a soldier to murder?” one soldier … Continue reading
It came out of nowhere, that bridge, A rusted anomaly in trees that had devoured the fields before Metal bridges began. . Along we come, A rusty Bondo-ed auto that should be a memory, but Lives beyond its time. . … Continue reading
