The Pain of Falling Leaves

The Pain of Falling Leaves

And if, as autumn deepens and darkens I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms and trouble and dissolution and distress and then the softness of deep shadows folding, folding around my soul and spirit, around my lips so sweet, like a swoon, or...
Poetry or Prose? Fact or Fiction?

Poetry or Prose? Fact or Fiction?

Christmas Eve! Five Hundred poets waited, pen Poised above paper, for the poem to arrive, bells ringing. It was because The chimney was too small, because they had ceased to believe, the poem had passed them by on its way out into oblivion, leaving the doorstep bare...