The Firing Squad
He stood stiffly in the baking sun, feeling the sweat carving rivulets in the dust on his face. The appointed hour was nearly upon him. Just a few minutes. Time...
Month: January 2021
Reacquaintance
A 2020 lock-down poem. You thought you were alone at home Away from prying eyes But everywhere indoors you roam You feel the eyes of spies. The biggest threat t...