Autumn Winds

Crimson maple trees line dormant fields; their vibrant leaves release in soft autumn breezes, scattering onto somber ground.  Goldenrods wave enthusiastically in the crisp autumn winds, greeting regal aspens showy in their matching yellow foliage. Vacant summer homes sit as hostile witnesses;cold wind gusts beat upon their hollow cores, foretelling the inevitable. dVerse Poetics: Fall (in) love hosted by Punam

Spies Among Us

There are spies everywhere.  They spy on us in the streets and in our own homes.  Ears listen at each corner, in shops and through wires in our walls.  But, I spy on them as well…  I sit each day at our cushy conference table at Stasi headquarters, bantering with my “comrades” as we plotContinue reading “Spies Among Us”