Magnolias are budding
Though frost is here
Spring’s pledge is nigh
As December is due
Darkness is everywhere
Storms scourge our hides
Abrading our resolve
Testing our mettle
Magnolias are budding
Sunny skies shall prevail
Evil bestrides the world
Goya’s Black Period,
Bosch’s hellacious oils,
Governments slaughtering
Their own people
Greed is triumphant
Magnolias are budding
Job knew the answer
lest we forget those still alive survivors of World War 2 heroes of that horrification remnant of those who gave their youth strength and souls to preserve our way of life my…
my best work is at first light faint rays of day below the horizon palliate the black night a glimmer in the mother lode chip away corners to reveal the idea imprisoned…
My ex-husband has the napkin with the ankh-shaped blood stain from the tattoo on my back, pre-scab. It was the late 90’s when jeans still covered the place modern girls decorate with…
suddenly awake sleep gone sky grey day just begun focus my thoughts pictures rise from long, long ago..... from the battlefield...... world war 2..... the Black Forest..... Aachen in 1944...... it is…