[tabby title="Poem"] We know it.feel the temperature shift.We talk about getting new air conditioning in the house.He tells me we’d be happier if we didn’t believe in climate change.And I tell him we are supposed to be doing somethingSomething more...

[tabby title="Poem"] I am controlled by gossamer strings,Puzzling questions make the call,Odd inquiries are part of my dance,At the conclusion, my soul may fall. But I hear talk like a distant rhythm,Some old answers we kick about,Destiny’s goal seems freely...

[tabby title="Poem"] It was an N-95 with substance.Horns curled up threateningto self-cripple growing into eyesor in on themselvesuntil eating becomesimpossible. Yet it was a small thing of beautywith benign, kindly features,non-uniformly white,so much more thanphysical barrier,a totem lostits pole. [tabby...

[tabby title="Poem"] Is the human touch the Anthropocene age?Human progress (supposedly) on the march,Passing on to the new stage,A sift of view, with lots of starch. So much of Earth has man’s scar,Intense in times of revolution,Industry has carried us...

[tabby title="Poem"] Rest, indeed, a moment for me,Silence falls upon the rush,As if I meditate beneath the Bo tree,Nature encourages such a hush. The old sense, the olfactory, the smell,The most primitive in the brain,Recalling ancestors’ stories to tell,The denouement,...