Humor’s Rest Part 1 of ????

Mesphito and his army of minions, stood on the high hills to the west of the vast, and often divided, city of Humor’s Rest, They stood outlined by a fading blood red sunset. Humor’s Rest sprawled below Mesphito, split in two by a river running straight north and south, a lone central island sat empty […]


Junta — A Poem about a Gardner’s War Against Weeds

Near garden’s front edge where grass was long ago tilled under is a wilderness without vegetable or lush lawn here militant insurgents stage their coup against gardeners purposefully plotting tendrils of green advance over into grass’ front-lines while simply occupying the bare unfortified tracts of naked garden space without opposition. Creeping Charlie digs in and […]