The oldest and most persistent archetypes gnaw at us.
Tag Archives: #poetry
Bobby the Billy Goat
He walks these parts without his coat.
Lily Pad Stocking
Wrap my feet in lily pads.
Bent O’er the Well
O how I love Midsummer’s Night.
Eggs and Bacon
With sauced goose and deviled ram.
Advice for a Novice Self-Published Author
We are so headstrong when our dreams are unfastened from reality.
Living Room Wrestler Dream
This fight never should have happened.
Ribello
Left my heart there long ago.
Movie Magic Dream
Like they are whitewater rafting through the silver screen.
Where We End Up
Alone on time’s highway…
