Both Sides Now
It's life's illusions I recall...
What’s Your Message?
The older I get, the less I know, which I suppose, is one more way…
Thankful for What?
I am grateful for the freedom to write and say what I think.
This is a Letter
This is a letter to November, its gray bowl of sky riven by black-branched trees.
A Good Enough Day
"...it would never capture the reality of entering that surreal scene."