distortion winds its way through lying words into our everyday

building costs

we laid our careful blocks in blood and steel then paid for that much real

Stuck Fast

immobilized and knowing you can’t leave with all that time to grieve

A Modern Bruising

It sort of gives one pause: The blows that come From those who love the cause


So tell the truth: Do you, or anyone Know better than the sun? = = = = = when we climb, it’s not the struggle it’s the height

Polka Dot Wishes

Polka dot wishes come And spirits hum But we’ve got enough time…

a reader’s world

past what she seems the lasting joy she finds in stories and in dreams