Category Archives: Introspection

  I recall reading a news story in 1957 about how the United States Army had sold off the last of its homing pigeons. Recently, I read that the number of text messages sent and received daily exceeds the total … Continue reading →

   Tell them I was. Once. Last American vagabond. Quietly came. Softer gone.

    The aged, time-weathered mirror    now discarded,    silver guts flaking away, Reflected the same once me    as the new mirror Poised so grandly to betray.

  I can see nothing that is different Between those who tell the lies they invent And those who know the lies, but keep silent.

  I’ve seen you a thousand times, Man, In the faces of sun-piqued children In the eyes of widows and maids. I’ve seen your mien in noisy arcades, Walking along night-iced streets And in a bar with a bunch of … Continue reading →