I do not believe the soul goes on… Ordinary, small, events of chaotic… A butterfly here, a feather there,… Insignificant. That I think this way, does not m…

I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,

How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...

Honour yourself with all your hear… LGBT may be your homies but neve… If people are offended by who you… There is nothing straight acting a… There is nothing masculine or femi…

Poohbarb, Shoobarb, Whoobarb, Noobarb, All are words that rhyme with Rhu…

Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.

Twilight the blue sky fades to gre… Golden yellow sun always there, Burning my back and bleaching my h… And bleaching my hair. The sea holds an answer I feel as…

When life was young we ran with th… Voice of the vortex shouting in ou… Our arms spread wide, coat edges e… Our hair ran in rivulets riding th… Joy, fear, fire in our veins as ob…