Category: Poetry
The Curse of Chronology
Put hammer to the watch and hourglass;
Be rid of seconds, minutes, hours, days!
Where I Belong
I am from the neighborhood park, / From the sand in every pocket and all the screaming kids.
Down From The Heavens It Rains Light
From the clouds to a nearby tree or roof, a lightning bolt takes only a few thousandths of a second / to split through the air.