Poetic Angst

There is an economy in words, blunted kindergarten shears in the hands of an earnest student, shaping patterns already memorized in forest and field; A poet’s dilemma as nature herself spreads and grows, chaos becoming her in forest and glade, streams crashing,...

Little Dove

Anxiety for me is not a teeth-chattering, nerve-rattling affair, rather the tendency of an untended mind to flutter toward the familiar always a heartbeat away from cool, grounded sanity; When you return at day’s end, I step into your world for a moment of comic...