Richard Parish

Where’ve ya been Frank? Your tales no longer seen. The loyal neighbor, the unknown friends, the laughter at the store. There’s none of that now. Noses, to phones. Blind, leading blind. There’s no talking in line. Missing you, Frank. I see with new eyes. To some it was exactly that, a paradise in disguise. Can […]

Ouch! Dang it! That low gate! Then, the wind laughed saying, “Silly man, you will always hit your head, Until you learn to bow.” Richard Parish

I see a sock alone, the match; it’s…