autumn’s requiem

cinnamon’s scent lingers in air gone cold by summer’s goodbye replaced without protest the deliciousness of a deep stretch taken under covers made too warm by too long a nap in this dimension where day and night are balanced things seem to simply fall into place obligations and necessity meet each to do list with…

alright (reprinted in memorial of Glenn E. Williams, I)

today is the 63rd anniversary of my father’s birth. tonight i re-publish this work in his memory. it was originally published in my chapbook my grandmother’s posture in 1996. alright sometimes when I’m alone i hear your voice my tears turn  temporarily to laughter sorrows, i forget sometimes, when the only company available are the…

on reverence

while walking this morning i came upon this small tree. it stands out in the park among all the greenery both because of it’s color and it’s youth. the other trees surrounding it have stood for generations now. in my mind i think the other trees find its impatience to change and show off its…