breathing calm mind, smooth tranquility glass surface quiet pond dare I disturb it with a stone? gentle thoughts ripple flow outward inward leap frog kamikaze francis, the suicidal toad, had had enough. he’d timed it out planned it perfectly. he knew exactly where I’d be at 7:47 in the a.m.: riding too fast to notice the little bugger hopping into my … [Read more...]
About C.L. Carol
C.L. Carol tries to be a good human. But, humans being humans, he’s known to fall short, stumble into a local haunt and spend time ruminating. Sometimes he writes. More often, he thinks. Diane Wakoski once likened one of his poems to Yeats, but the poem is lost and the story has now been relegated to fable. He lives in Northern Michigan with his wife, Emily, and their daughter, Berkleigh. Companion to cats. Friendly gentleman. Terrible golfer.