What questions unanswered remain o… What answers are left for the seek… When you sift through the riddles… Each forward step becomes the weak… What subtlety blends itself to the…
Down among the hilly brush Where earthen paths doth twist and… ‘Neath branches filled with wren a… Hushed low to hear the planet’s ch… Red apples grow, their husks aglow
I saw my reflection In the train window And thought for a moment That I was waiting for myself To disembark.
I look up to the sky On the Fourth of July To see the whole country on fire, As the cannon shots roar And the unfurled flag soars,
Quiet stillness, Sad and reflective, Broken only by falling leaves And breathless sighs. Stalwart sentinels
A guitar strums a string Gelato rainbows glistening Rain in Lincoln square Pigeons on the wing Passerby’s are listening
The planets come together in a kind of pattern that mocks death itself. They shed their light upon unseen bliss found only in the luminescence of stars. These too are empty, yet they ne...
Tiny, circular acorns Lined up in a row, The squirrels are trapeze artists Juggling them both to and fro, Their paws don’t skip a beat,
How can I enjoy being alive When it’s all just a ploy and a fi… We got blue on black chalk outline… So I close and lock my door. The news can’t but trusted, but ho…
The mossy green hanging from fores… Browns on the tree trunks, white f… The dusk’s deeping purple, rose hu… What wonders to see! What wonders… The crumbs of the earth piled up h…
Miniature canopies Grouped together tightly, Their silent, patternless flutteri… Allowing tinted sunlight to shine On a world hidden in shade.
I had a dream last night. It involved a world beautiful of c… Varied of hue. The people there were a mixture of The most wonderful of these,
Blind to the future, numb from the… The traveler’s road Is wrought with misuse Our gods are fewer, our fates are… And we cower from the abuse.
Sitting still on the edge of this pond is like perceiving the threshold of a world far older, and wiser, than myself. The intricate details are so meticulous and precise that this could...
So, why am I still climbing? There’s no end in sight; there wasn’t even a clearly defined destination when I started. I’ve lost friends, I’ve lost some more-than-friends; some from the ...