“Being There”

Middle aged men see lies in their mirrors, while whispers of truth fall on deaf ears.   Seeking forever to stay where they are hoping to freeze Time’s moving hour.   So quickly they’ve passed to where they are now, that time’s speedy journey will soon disallow,   all the hopes that they had of […]


Bats flitter about sunset eating the bugs that would bite me, yet bats bother me more than all the mosquitoes in Minnesota. Tell me they’re harmless but all my fears are no less real than the bats that swoop at sunset.