SAMPLE POEMS...

 

Weekend in Silent Hill, Manchester

Silent Hill.

Truly silent, except for evening crickets.

The fog-covered mountains

and a Christiana-fed cold called for

sweaters and socks.

Full-moon nights.

Silent fluttering fireflies.

Icy river water. Crocodiles?

Wading, nonetheless.

All this, while navigating too Zacca’s growing

Infatuation and his silent admiration

that my sixteen-year-old heart did not understand.

Reflections on a Pandemic

Pandemic

Pandemonium

Panic in a frazzled world, unprepared for a marching scourge.

Pent up emotions, yearning for ease.

Penned into the converted home office.

Passing days, learning from my zoom mistakes.

Pain so deep – losing a brother to Covid’s grip.

Prayers for healing, prayers for change.

Planning for better days. Even a beach trip?

Posing questions with no clear answers.

Pressing on, hoping for release.

Planting a garden, finding peace.