• Creative Writing,  Poetry

    The Almond Scarab

    The Almond Scarab   A place where the Seahorse still lives. Did his mother Nut smell like an almond?  Does her son Khafre smell like half an almond?  Or like half an almond and half a scarab?  Like Spritz cookies…

  • Creative Writing,  Poetry

    Ancestors

    My ancestors lived in Europe. With their families and their foibles. In centuries past, they did unimaginable deeds. My ancestors were European. Some from the East, Some from the West. They held unusual beliefs, and refused to be free. They…