Traversing Oceans Often I’m writing poems Even I don’t understand The words just seem to flow from me Like water from the hand Though there is some deliberate direction There is always also splash The life seems just to splatter It stains the crimson sash I often love to drift along Sail the open seas…
Month: August 2018
Windowsill
I usually don’t explain my poems, and this one today may seem so trivial and simple, but I must explain it. I live in Redding, CA where we just experienced one of the most devastating fires in California history. Entire neighborhood blocks are gone, burned to nothing but ash and rubble and chimneys. Burned…