Truth, or: Dare

A free verse poem No choice, he figured. No bullets but the one in his leg. No windows, no noise, no smoke. No way of knowing, but he wouldn't survive outside in the snow. "Hey! Anybody in there? Hello? I need shelter! Anybody there?" No response. As he pain- fully limped his way a- round… Continue reading Truth, or: Dare

Vertical puddle, or: Snow

My first rispetto T'wards snow in Jerusalem I feel cold, Slip-sloshing through this dirty wet hassle; I'd much prefer to stay locked in my hold, Where I'm king of my dry, humble castle Israelites tend to find snow exciting, But my fingers feel stiff while I'm writing. Such commotion would a Russian befuddle ~ What's… Continue reading Vertical puddle, or: Snow