A timeless living statue that I worshipped as my god. The smell of his pipe. The gruff of his voice. His obstinance in good humor. A charming magician that could do no wrong in my eyes. Manhattan in hand. Tending to his rose bushes. Go pick an orange of the tree he would tell us. ... Continue Reading →
a poem – 1:04am
1:04am NIghttime The words come to me The sirens in the background and the muffler of one car accelerating In the distance a helicopter Busy night I hope folks are alright Although I know they are not Each box asleep or awake Holds its own October 27, 2021
From Me, To Myself 