Poetry ~ Fierce

i am an old house
fierce, proud,
steady, and strong
i lean into the wind
i may crack and whistle
i may splinter and moan
yet i will not waiver
i am the "people's" home
Old House in Wind 1906 – CF William Mielatz
This poem was inspired by
recent events in our nation's capital
and this sketch by CF William Mielatz , 
which can be found
in the Smithsonian American Art Museum. 

Poetry ~ Haunted Legacy

In the last days
before the ending
he anguished. 
Haunted by a public life,
lived on the wrong side of history,
isolated by privilege,
entrenched in an old-world ethos,
he lacked the perspective to see
the interconnected reality
of the human experience. 
His legacy haunts history
reaching its long arm 
into present day
where a once great
nation remains divided.

Poetry ~ Omens

black birds flying from left to right
salt over your shoulder as the clock strikes midnight

blue bottle trees keep the haints at bay
boo hags on the bedpost suck your breath away 

black cats lurking to cross your path
jump the cracks or face the reaper's wrath

stare in the mirror but don't dare blink
gurgling sounds rise from the sink

a pin in the poppet inflicts the pain
an evil eyed curse to jinx your name

ominous clouds shroud the hunter's moon
witches of the night mount their brooms

bonfires blaze on all hallows eve
omens portend the future if you believe