The Empty Chair

“The Empty Chair” At table, next to empty chair we gather thoughts; give thanks and care to muddle through the holiday and mourn for him who is away; missing In action_ none knows where. Our wall holds baby pictures there; Our family remembers; shares. And here, his dog; ol’ George, he waits at table next…

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Oh, William!

Oh, William! Oh, William, metaphor is gone from view. Your sonnet is with snickers lately sent. The Moderns now make mince-meat out of you. Computers make your ‘summer’s day’ a vent. Oh, William , where must sinful poet step? The Moderns have no heart for thoughts of love They know not of pentameter, those shleps…

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Ballad For Brandon and Conner

“Ballad for Brandon and Conner” The raging wind had damned her home that night. She must take steps to save her children, too. She quickly gathers up her boys with fright and stumbles out her door; what can she do? A dang’rous drive; she seeks a shelter strong but then, headlong, the car falls in…

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