Weary, I slump in the trenches My soldier’s heart beats fast, Numbs my mind and fires my senses. You would think that peace would reign...

The kitchen waltz Did not have a rhythm Of harmony or grace As I beheld the fury The red-eyed, cornered grip Fixed upon your face. The...

The Russians had it right There are women within a woman. I am reduced to the smallest Babushka doll. Hollow knocked The life has gone...

Poetry,prose