James G. Piatt

i found a discarded memoryin the bluenessof my mindit was covered withan outgrowth of achild that livedin a treehousecovered with a protrusion of greenit was in the wee hoursof that foggy morningwhen small birdscreated new songsfrom old imagessketched from the projectionof knotted twine from their nestpainted withemotional whispersthat was anContinue Reading

The raucous sea, far belowan outgrowth of colorful flowerswafting fragrances into the air,its undulant swelling movementcarries the tide surging toward shore,its waves heaved high into the air,with splashes of briny teal,topped with white whiskers,like an old man with his restlessness. James is a retired professor and octogenarian. He is aContinue Reading