Category: Poetry

  • Days Work Done

    Resting in the evening sun reflecting on another Days work done Recalling glory days when we ran before the pack to get our work done…

  • Ode to a Fallen Enemy

    I gaze upon the moon Try to count the myriad of stars And wonder… Do clones share their thoughts? Were you individual Once separated post-vitro…

  • Vidal Junction

    The middle of nowhere Ninety-Five and Sixty-Two Cross at Vidal Junction Trucks pass beneath big skies A gas station where no one stops In a…