Nature’s Jocularity

| March 29, 2015

“Oddly enough, this poem was born from an intention to write something with a pretty beginning that set the reader up for a funny punch line involving the way Spring unveils just how much frozen dog shit has been slumbering under the snow and ice in our yard, and that blessed day when Nature does […]

One Red Hair

| March 16, 2015

The hair referred to in this poem was particularly glorious in this morning’s sunlight. One Red Hair By LFM Since years agone, this time appeared An auburn hair upon my beard. A present from my Mother’s side, And not a thing I’m wont to hide. Instead, I’d rather raise a glass To ancestry that’s come […]

It Tolls for Thee

| March 8, 2015

“No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne […]

The Cop on the Block

| March 4, 2015

For many years now, it has been with furrowed brow that I have observed the world as it applies to the work of professional law enforcement. My troubled mind comes from having had the extreme privilege of a career that has led me to know and work with a satisfying sample of cops – some […]