Phantasms of past sins
Phantasms of past sins Slip into dreams shimmering Victory short-lived Procrustean chimes Punctuate the dawn enfolding
Poetry
Sibilant whispers
Sibilant whispers Far afield the breeze beckons Rustling smiles sing Cold promises of seasons' Sussuration of sorrows
Poetry
This page is about my on-again, off-again preoccupation with poetry. It started out innocently enough, but then I fell in with the Poets of the Open Range (when living in Denver in the 1980s) and occasionally stalked the poetry readings with the nom de plume Radical Milquetoast. In any case, my father has a much ... Read more
Aging vision blurs
Aging vision blurs other senses compensate impending changes within are felt, as tremors preceding earthquakes without
Ozymandias
Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd ... Read more