So came the day when two Titans Roamed the Earth: Evil incarnate: AKA “The Jackal”, AKA “Lizzerd” had laid waste to everything- including the waste itself… (Hmmm) The Jackal Meets: Elroy The Onslaught is Furious… The crows are gathering as the Jackal has the upper hand… But Wait ! From the Edge of Despair ……
So a visit to CraigsList, renders a picture of a puppy that leads to a phone call, and then a visit, and then a new member to the posse. His name was Tex- but he kinda seemed more like an “ELROY” for our family. He belches, grunts and pants as he sleeps behind me while…
We forget to see in the mirror our own peculiar spark, the quality in our reflection that spurs others on, and becomes the feather for their arrows …
George Reporter: Congratulations Frank on winning the poetry contest with “The Rough Stuff.” It’s quite a powerful poem; may I ask what inspired it? Frank: Alot of years living on the edge I would say. Not by choice- but out of necessity. Way back in the day I hitch hiked across the country 3 times.…
Water is casual as it drips – callous – and suggestive… It can be rough, flat, but never indifferent… Salient it is… Expressionless, remorseless, relentless. Unable to emote – A reflection of its environment – It sucks up color that surrounds it – Ripples with a transient speculation of direction suggested by the wind –…
Unwritten Feathers 