I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace
The old woman was knitting, seated… The afternoon was warm and the gar… Then she closed her eyes so memori… And her knitting found its way to… Suddenly, a cougar appeared from t…
The sign says “No Parking– AT… And yes, that means it is a crime. To ignore it and say, “Stick-it”,… Pay attention, and believe that st… No, the sign didn’t say, “You’re…
In the harbor’s fog the dragon sle… As if drifting through a twilight… And it dreams so deep of another p… To pass the time of endless days. Yet, a kindled fire in an unknown…
The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…
Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine. You se… And Christmas is coming my way. Past years weren’t bad; I was lim… So I was spared, to live another… But last year’s weather was so muc…
There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this very early Christmas morn… And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
I saw God and misconceptions crossed my mind… I heard God but cannot remember what was said. I felt God
Wildflowers on sandstone Roses in a field Water with kindness Behold— the yield. Clouds cry with blessings
Butterflies flutter near the leave… Their direction is altered by a wa… And the fallen leaves rustle, scur… Like the squirrels who gather what… It’s a daydreamer’s day, footloose…
The Banshee wailed as I said to the sea “One more sunrise before I die” JE Falcon
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
Cast those souls to seas of slumbe… Just past the gates of vacuity, So they may sail a clipper, swift, Beyond horizons to nullity. Nullity holds no love or hate,
As the Blue-Moon rises In the monolithic sky It casts reflected light On the dead and the lame. The shadows, thus created,