I enjoy sitting on the deck watching a late summer thunderstorm approach. Even without seeing the dark clouds building, you can feel it. Anticipate the arrival even before the first leaf stirs. There’s a storm coming. Conditions are perfect for strong winds of influence, potentially damaging… not property, but feelings, and unleashing flash floods of […]
Category: Poetry
Not sure where this came from…but then…it’s not where it came from; rather, it’s from whom it came. The Relentless Wench Muse interrupts writing the next chapter of “Puye Prophecy” and says in Her delicious Australian accent…write this down, mate, before it’s a goner. So I did… Haven’t written poetry in years. Who knows where […]