“Men in Orange Jumpsuits”

  She wanted the attention and the wealth. Bold disrespect she shows Memorial Day for Christians dressed in orange to their death; be-headings all the rage is Griffin’s way. I weep for Man whose lost all sense of shame I shudder for her stupid, bloody hands I feel the filth just mentioning her name A…

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“The Angel in the Cobweb”

    “The Angel in the Cobweb” My mother; such a patient soul in ways; an uncomplaining vigil does she keep. From nursing home, she spends her later days yet longing to escape and be with me. My life and work is in another state. Our separation makes it more than tough: she counts our…

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Last Valentine

  Last Valentine I send a single, silken note with lace. My whispered chant of love an offering here. My pen now bends upon the parchment face; my pause with solemn thought as in a prayer. I halt and scratch the surface of a dream; seems all my sense now frail with disbelief. There is…

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