Good Reason

A flotilla of clouds drift across the dawn On a peacekeeping mission launched by a yawn Laden with goods being...

Our two children were off to college and we were adjusting to the empty nest. It was a period of...

The warm nights of August spoke in throbbing tones of locusts and muted train whistles. On those nights, I would...

The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of...

I took them in my hands and added them to the pile in the napthalened atmosphere of patient tension and...