It was in the dead of winter when Grandma was a child,
The icy wind was howling and the snow was deeply piled.
The family

Ships that pass...

Sometimes I yearn

 for the touch of a stranger

Someone unknown

where there’s no comfort zone

He Said His Name

That man was here today again

The tall guy who is awfully thin

His bones stick out from around

Among all the bustle and the noise
Rows of endless shoppers seek their frivolous joys
And as I wonder down

A passing stranger passed today,

God directed the bloody play

and put it out for all to see

what demise of tyrants can be.