Black billows rising in the tender… Ominous clouds with menacing faces… Propagating themselves in poetic m… Moving in and out and thru and thr… Gathering strength in their slithe…

Lofted Currents Currents in the skies You have your restless ways Instability is your game Like gypsies at play

Utopian Island, far, far away, the land of the spirit of brotherhood in mind and heart that rules and chastises as the bartering takes place,

Stately mansions or cardboard boxes, we call our home. At day’s end, there is that special place where we always return to. That is our place that belongs to us, where we find our com...

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

Thank God for the Louis Pasteurs of the world, for the ones with his ingenuity, a mind capable of coming up with a vaccine to eradicate

Poetry, My Love The story has no plot or ending It runs rampant through the pages It is oblivious to informative tho… But an ode to the love of words

For wanderers near and far away, home still lives in his spirit tod… As the holidays begin to grow so n… being home is in his heart so very… Wanderers will always have a home,

somewhere between earth and sky, at the boundary of the real and the abstract where the giants draw the sun out of the earth and marvel at its glossiness. They gather the clouds to thei...

A Certain Secret Hiding in closets, no air to breat… Sealed in cement, a painful secret To be forgotten, but not forgotten What is there is what is there

Wishing you were here with me I’m in love with you Can’t live without your embrace I can’t eat or sleep My days are lonely and sad

Voices from the east woke me from my deep sleep this morning and told me to be aware of something that was looming in the sky. A chill ran up my spine while my shoulders tightened and ...

As the pre waking hours zoomed by in my deep sleep, I was awakened by the coldness that cut through me like the north wind. Some half human see through thing floated through the walls ...

Go Go Fetus in the womb, Cramped up inside a narrow room. Go Go infant inside the crib With nervous arms and itchy feet. Go Go Baby with a roving brain