Her plane is late, delayed in Akron
winter storms pushing back departures...

The Idolatry of War
(or, the common burden...

Mid July summer is sad
less than half left...

Learning something new every day
is not necessarily a good thing...

I know where all the time goes
though twenty years sped by in a flash...

There are shavings and
dust and laughter...

Took the key to your heart
from under the front doormat...

Like a water paint under the rains
life has colored me in blurs and a swirl...

Is
there...

How would you ever
learn to make wise decisions...

There are times I feel my life has
gone upside down for no reason...

The boughs droop low;
even the tree is overcome with sadness...