Friday, May 6, 2016

Alphabet Soup

These words of mine,

This alphabet soup of sounds and letters,

Stirring in my mind,

Now meat, now mate, now team or tame?

A word grab of changes or

Flurries, as snow, each its own.

How can these nourish, fortify, or sate

When, so like a virus, they assault my tissues

and grow there,

Teasing me from the soundest dream


With their fevered now!…own…won!

His Shop

  My dad passed away on October 24th at the age of 86. For over thirty years he found joy, purpose and sanctuary in his shop. He created ove...