Rough Day   Assaulted at birth, a strike stings me awake From then on like a baseball on a leash, tethered to a post I am flung across time, bruised by each blow, wounded but still connected.   How many failures do I hide? Each one buried in a dormant garden Where no...

Poem: Is This Us? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Us, a new show, all slurpy and sloppy, grins slathered like marmalade, all over everything. Even cancer comes with epiphanies and revelations. This is Us, about us?  I ask, He stares at the screen. Texas Hold’em, the river; He dives in as I float by, waiting,...