Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part I
Haibun Poetry Aquatic Massage Hot water jets pummel my back. Steam rises off the water into the cool air. Madonna and Sterling tower above the Mountain View condos bordering the Courtside Pool. The...
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Running With The Wind
Poem to my father You’ve been running all your life. Running from what was hidden in the past, in the future and at last: black abyss. You’ve played hide and seek hiding...
