Category: Poetry

These are the trees of our lives

  “Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.”  —Hal Borland As of late, Mondays have been a trip down nostalgia lane.  I recall when I went away to boarding school up in Massachusetts, my south bronx sensibilities were struck by the […]

Why so green?

“A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green“. -Francis Bacon Naive Jealous Ripe Why so green? Alive Rotted Camouflaged Why so green? Olive Emerald Jade Why so green? Fertile Gentry Paradise Why so green? “All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life […]

stripped my pride

   He closed his eyes and sighed Powerless to change the course I clicked my heels but didn’t disappear He went off instead into the netherworld I cried Stripped my pride There was no stride He was gentle and small The fuzziest cheese curd Nothing but love Why […]