
The Lonely Hat
THE LONELY HAT It was seven in the morning, seven below I was livin’ in a little town in Ohio I was walkin’ my dog, his name was Joe When we saw a curiosity in the snow It was a lonely hat, blue and black Dirty but furry with floppy earflaps I picked it up,...
There is Poetry in Pie
Let It Rain
Photo by Scott Olson I end this month of poetry with the lyric to a song I wrote years ago. It is unrecorded...
Words and Rhyme
Abu Malek, chemical attack survivor, in the Ghouta town of AinTarma, Syria. Photo by Reuters. Words In full throat we once cried plaintive...
Jesus and Satan Out on the Plains
Jesus and Satan Out on the Plains Jesus and Satan out on the plains both of them living on long-ago fame They got...