Partly Cloudy, a Blog

Not Even February

How all alonely we seem to be In morning mirror critiquing Where uncertainty has you wondering If you’re awake or under dream And no amount of great escape From prison…

Another More Poem

With a cobweb taste, 1993 The universe came and said to me I’m not constrained by the things you think And the rules approved by humanity Construct all up for…

Wanderlusting

If everything we’ve missed is everything we now are And the people’s opinions what formed us can only be remembered from afar If the lifestyle you lead is the life…

Nicktown RD

We’d mention it once or twice by the lake At the edge of the spot that split dry from wet And the rope swing was broken and had been for…

An Empty City

The fire hydrants don’t have much to do these days The slower life of waiting for the school bus promenade to bring home all you’ve wrapped your life around A…