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A year retires to the back pages of history, While the world welcomes another and sees what this new year can provide— And already, we surmise this year is brimming with mystery We, the world, settle in for this roller-coaster ride. Much can be said and written about the tea leaves, And how they spell…

Like a coin, tossed by chance, Two sides form an isochronal picture: The poet in me stares through a porthole out to the greater expanse, The words and the metaphors meld together into an ideal fixture— Of thought on paper, they deplete the remaining remnants of the midnight oil. The storyteller in me struggles with…

From the narrow park on whispering high, And the hotel of mannequins across the waystation, Find the key draped away from the dredging skull’s soul. And from the ravines rolls the fog—gray as the autumn sky, Strange may be the mortem host as the earth quakes, and I drift through my unholy creation. I lose…

The forest shudders from the wind of an October night. Through the wicket it blusters on this eerie fogged path The moon beams down through the clouds as the haunts fulfill their delight, Creaks and moans, like whispers across the ear, impose a dreadful wrath. Where the twisted trees lean and the leaves lay Where…

Through September enters the withered howl and curling auburn Wind-strum Summer rays fail to the brisk oncomings of Winter’s white veil; the changing of the guard. A walk—through a suburban street celebrating the aging greens and the reddening fern. Because under warming timber, sparse should be the color green, as the preferences of Autumn’s image…

A strange day for a stranger decade. An empty throne in a quiet palace, A kingdom without a queen, And a world without a symbol. Photo by Maxim Hopman on Unsplash

The people in a poet’s life help to shape the characters in their head, While the places in their lives build the settings of fiction. The chapters of their lives show them where they have been lead, As they forge ahead with their flourishing diction. Poetry is profound, like a clock out of time, Because…