“I refute it thus.”
Ah, Dr. J, so much for the esoteric...

Clouds below roiled in waves like the truth -
convoluted, twisted, tricky faery gifts...

I love to travel, especially with family,
even if it’s someone else’s children...

There is nothing death
loves better than the teeming...

I spoke up once and then forgot
but the words traveled to space...

Serene City in such unlikely locale
buoyed against sinking morale...

No matter how fast I race nor high I sit
I cannot escape the guilt for being born...

Agape: Ode to Diderot
Diderot replaced the book...

Other people’s stories hold a certain glamour
that oft feels missing in ones own life...

It rained last night, a long steady downpour;
you have always loved the sound it makes...

True Lies (Vingt et Un)
Every poem has a kernel...

Camping in the wild
I was but a child...