As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
Mother Rain, Mother Beauty, sunrise finery, calico skirts, silky clouds, supple lofted castle… fiery morning rays running through golden avenues to the beyond
Full of secret thoughts and revela… Hidden from view in secluded close… Sordid dreams and perverted dramas… A representation of the darkness w… The side that no one wants to visi…
He sat in his booth in front of the microphone in his neatly pressed Armani suit. His fingernails were manicured, and his face was a portrayal of honesty and goodness. When he spoke a...
Hark, I hear a damsel inside my p… Must be of tiny proportions alone. She must have squeezed thru’ a lit… with a pound of grease upon her mi… saying I only have ten minutes rem…
Gowns of the Maple trees in emera… in summer’s garb and sunshine glea… in proud display post springtime’s… keeping up with fashion’s latest… Maples dress up for summer’s ball,
Life is a beautiful isolated islan… With crystal waters and powdered s… With bounteous gardens and succule… All dressed up in its finest suit, With good fortune running through…
The other day while scratching my back, I came up with a brilliant observation. Since Michael Strahan scratches his back, he does the same thing I do. We must be of the same mold; broth...
Although Murphy was a second baseman, he had to move over and play third. Taylor, the regular third baseman, broke his jaw while trying to field a hot ground ball yesterday. It was an u...
Paradise of the senses, yea I hav… With its golden streets winding al… A wandering through to escape my b… One more quest to complete my life… Paradise of the senses, a thrillin…
What a marvelous time I had yesterday waiting in the lounge for my car to be repaired. As I sat in the plush new easy chair and helped myself to a free cup of coffee, I watched my favo...
The world of superficial beauty, the world of the common man who passes judgment on the surface… the world that’s entrenched in his… leads him away from the essence of…
In the wake of the storm after the tempestuous beatings upon the face of the Earth, when the end seemed like a mythical dream, a fairy tale,
From sources and cryptic hideaways… where life is an unseen force, where it moves without arms and le… but colossal wings and adhesive te… where aerial giants roam the busy…
Love came to me, my beloved, and placed its torch deep inside my being that warmed and illuminated the empty crevices of my heart. Its searing breath whispered the mysteries of life t...
As we look up into the sky or skie… the one that belongs to us or the one high above another world, a space within a space or a land within a land,