The Field of Irony

The verdant Field of Irony Has always got new growth; For words and actions will diverge Till neither mirrors both We set our stake upon a ground That is no way our own; And talk about a flag we fly That isn’t one we’ve flown We long to join the rich in words, Where wealth … Continue reading "The Field of Irony"


We dress ourselves in prisms, So to equivocate — For playfulness is simple; It’s us who Complicate

For The Cause

FOR THE CAUSE the car in front of me a rolling reminder of many important causes including the earth housed a person caring so deeply and profoundly that they didn’t notice the limping brown dog they ran over without stopping