Poetic License

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

certain somethingness

I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.

list?

out of the head and on to the page…

Tick Tock

I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time