A Melancholy Brook Poor little brook, why are you cry… You’re so calm and peaceful in you… While raging rivers move so swift No time to float about and drift

Talking Bodies Truth be known as passions rise As nature clenches its mighty fist… Like magnets pulling from the nort… Bringing southern ways to its door…

You in your voluntary innocence, with eyes of fear, sorrow, fright, of pain invoked from your wounds, not knowing the whys of torture, living in the shadows of Auschwitz…

A Barren Canvas Forest and plains await thy adornm… The cold dark tundra and naked arm… Their reaching out with constant p… With their cries that echo through…

Verbal Reprisals Volcanoes, weaponry stilled by the… Sound asleep in the bowels of the… Isolated from the turmoil of civil… Smiling with the silence of the se…

Sweet air, oh thou hast come to me… Reaching through the air with the… With your alluring smiles and sain… Running with your loving arms exte… Showering me with sweet rose petal…

We visited grandma and grandpa at the senior center last Tuesday with the children. It was a lesson in love. During our visit, we witnessed what love did to the spouse who submitted t...

Heated waters, arsenals of the Sw… gracious hosts for an up-and-comin… paradise for the hurricanes that c… are readying their speech to procl… Lazing upon the glassy troughs and…

Little Boy Lost I’m a little boy lost in a manly b… Who dreams of courage and manly fe… Too fearful to venture away from h… Comes a time to catch up to life

Computerless and televisionless, days and years gone by amiss, presidents and popes gone by unhea… never a sighting or a word, wars and styles forever in the new…

The concert shell in the park looked like a giant clothed in granite, swaggering into the morning mist, daring the musicians to climb aboard and try to tame it. This was going to be th...

Fatherless child I pray for you. I hope that you will weather the storm of life. I hope you seek out and find someone to be a moralistic role model. Since you have no father to teach yo...

Mr. Leprechaun, what’s on your za… Did you hide your gold for me to f… Did you put it at the rainbow’s en… Do you think I would look to find… Do you think I’d fall for your cr…

Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring… and watches my prosaic thoughts un… slowly slipping away like winter’s… like a song of joy to its reluctan… A fanfare with adherent arms that…

Hot and cold and calm and ire black and gray and blue and pink skies of calico and skies of banal… vulnerable and flexible and pliabl… shifting clouds from ladles swirli…