I look at the faces of my high school friends, and theirs mirror mine.  F aces delicately stamped by passing time.   Hands creased by toil...

he huddles under forlorn blankets beside post, his belongings boxed, all stillness but for his cap begging for alms                  ...

October glitters of roads  dusty Of fallen maple leaves yellow as  roasted plump pumpkin  brown as burnt paprika and sugared cinnam...

The northern wind whips autumn trees to fray Under clouds of grey, plum maple leaves stray Strands of willow, brambles of berries roil ...

you saunter out                       of my depressive mind, deformed idea                      muddled in  nest of  cobwebs your claws...

He tarried, asking for time and one more Chance, as if sorrow was not his whim True, women are his weakness, keeping score His true col...

My name came from a dead  language  Echoing a young mother's prayerful hopes  For the eldest child to be favored by Almighty One Sh...

October opens its sorrows to black birds and thick coarse hands praying rosary  beads October spreads its wings mildew gray as morn...

The smells come for me when I feel low, let down when I am missing home, coming                                                    home...

I move with the crowd, stepping forward, stepping back, as if in a familiar dance. My facial expression is reflected in the faces all aro...