His cellphone flashed “low battery… While he was driving to the city And he was overwhelmed with anxiet… For the night was cold and wintry… He hopes to find wherever he’s goi…

For three days it rained Torrential unforgiving Thunder and lightning The storm passed on finally And the sun peeked playfully

Overhead, he watched an eagle slow… Riding on thermals rising from war… He surveilled from atop a rock, ov… A breath-taking scene; now tattooe… A panoramic view of the bay, in sh…

An Ode to Love with No Pre-Cond… Sunrise, early morning, he’s wide… A resigned look in his grim face His breath, a mist; the cold he ca… Hard to keep warm in this place…

He set his phone to play themes cl… Sat and bent down to tie his shoe… All set for a run around the oval A Chopin nocturne plays on his ea… When he saw her across the avenue

Filter everything he says through… Knowing he loves and truly cares f… Then between you, there’d never be… Even if his words sometimes make y… Sadly, he was born politically inc…

Four to five generations of Alpha… Have gone through the gates of our… All in search of an education that… Of a cultural awakening; a unique… We came from the far reaches of th…

Careless, he stepped on quicksand And sank slowly, precipitously Distressed, he stretched out his h… But sadly, grabbed on to thin air… Terrified, with all that he could…

Our backyard labor of love My wife chose all that’s in it Fruit-bearing trees solar lights The concrete bench where we sit Garlic society

Be kind, be gentle! You’d never clean a dress with suc… A fireman’s hose would tear in two… Its power wrecks, and doesn’t mend… Like hard words that crush, never…

Dedicated to my Dear Wife The cloudy sky’s in white and shad… This early morning, as it waits fo… The sun’s putting on a magical sho… Turning raven clouds to deep indig…

A Halloween Tale... Back from a late night hopping bar… Where, with friends, he had few to… The last few months, his life’s be… Alone in a room, where he rather n…

Been raining a few hours; a flood… Sent county wide; a dark, gloomy… Wanted to stay in bed, to my disma… Got a meeting at work; ten this mo… Turned the telly on; a power outag…

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” –Stanley Horowitz

First week of July, and the hot b… Envelopes the land, scorching all… The heat smothers, suffocating eve… And breathless, we dream of fall e… The autumn’s cool breeze, when sum…