Author Archives: Stephen Futterer
“Oh, Baltimore…”
“Looking Up and Looking Back”
“Poolside Pondering (Self Portrait #5)”
“The Skirling Winds”
When ancient scrolls are bleached anew, The paste set low to boil, Their wisdom wafts above our land In clouds as black as oil. When sooted plaques enclot the stacks And flags on masts have furled, The skirling winds that switch and roll Will coil then clap the world.
