This poet lives in the world but i… aware of the trauma but not caught… free to choose his own world and d… free to choose how deep to plunge into his observations,
Outside my window I saw him there With his peaks in view high in the… My mountain and I stood side by s… Sharing secrets with nothing to hi… My confidant and long time friend,
Trumpeter Castles and courtyards, manicured… Trumpeting in the arrival of kingl… A hymn to the light of morning’s d… Of waking forests and morning glor…
The iron arms of tragedy, a paradox of strength and infirmit… builders and destroyers of charact… lodged inside the flesh and soul, the teeth of the hidden devil
Forsythian trumpets heralding in t… sounding revellie as the meadows s… songs of revelry to the cold cold… chase away the frost with joy and… The forsythia blooms to beautify t…
Jerry saw some old lady walking down the street with a bag of groceries, so he walked over to her. Instead of offering to help her, he tripped her. Then he laughed as she fell to the gr...
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
On the day of the winter solstice, I see a tapering spire outside my window atop an old building
As the old looks upon the young in the same manner when they were… under the influence of controlling… those primal urges, those invading sexual desires,
Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade
September fields of tomatoes and c… and laborers working since early m… harvesting and singing to the joy… with sweat upon their brows and ha… working with those who love their…
Air You are light, heavy, Wet, dry, soothing, Vexing, opaque, clear, Cold, hot, tempestuous,
Certitude In meditation, he who reaches down… A journey in question is a journey…
The most Holy night is upon us so… Silence is in the air under the si… A star of Bethlehem is seen so fa… above a manger where Baby Jesus l… A trek for the magi is about to be…
Runaway shadows begin to exit at Martin’s Winding as the tall, bulging Elm Trees st… in preparation for Winter’s Ball, running away into the deep abyss.