Rest, she said & left me, one morning in July, for I was weary & heartsore in these mad, Covid times. I rested, like she told me, watched time pass slowly by & only now has she returned, delighting in this rhyme. Hello, I said, How are you? She smiled, was almost shy, I’ve barely … Continue reading Abandon(ed)
Category: poems
Rest & Recuperation
Nostalgia
To dream of the past & live in it still, is to forego the future.
In Dreams
Childhood is present & the past real. On waking, aching loss remains.
Oxygen
Most days you forget. There is always so much to do & before you know it you are busy doing the countless everyday things that make your life narrow & mundane. But if you remember to look out the window, up & over the roofs, beyond the rows of neatly manicured lawns & suburban … Continue reading Oxygen
Barefoot Sociologist 