The heavy sun is fast asleep in the forests of the dark, the legs of the day tired from their running, the lamplighter gone home
The sound of fun permeates the air… The sound of the calliope at the f… That familiar sound and nothing ot… Than the call to the carousel to i… What is a carnival without that so…
When outer space was just and insp… A food for the poet’s heart and mi… A river flowing through the parche… An oasis of thought, creativity, a… A story written in breathtaking pr…
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 ...
Engine in my bike and engine in th… adrenalin pumping into mortal wond… and the crowds cheering as I mount… my guts all knotted up and churnin… snaky road up ahead and Grim Reap…
Gluttony When satisfaction remains an etern… When the satiable becomes the insa… When enough is a new beginning It is hunger on a frantic journey
Out of the sky such beauty falls Into iridescent drops and teary ba… Through misty corridors and shiny… Kingly promenades and narrow strai… From natal clouds where angels cry
As anger mounts and the battles wa… The wild beast breaks out from its… All hell breaks loose and anxiety… Like zephyrs growing into tumultuo… We look to the skies with wonder a…
In our old age there comes a time When we can’t find the words to rh… With your assistance, you can sure… When we were young, we didn’t have… For young writers, words are easy…
The most Holy night is upon us so… Silence is in the air under the si… A star of Bethlehem is seen so fa… above a manger where Baby Jesus l… A trek for the magi is about to be…
As we were plowing the fields getting ready for the planting, the earth was obliging by keeping her angry clouds at bay. Mother Nature allowed us to continue our work. We had close to...
Reconciliation I detest the way you Look at me The way you walk The way you talk
My soul is a mystery to me. It lies in judgment as to what should inspire me. It selects certain harmonies in music that move me and the ones that don’t. I have no control over it. ...
The air was air and the breath was… The skies were blue and the mornin… Walks in early summer, so invigora… ‘Til the soup came and spoiled eve… Air’s so thick, so slow, so lazy.
I vow not to give up on life. Through the years, my body will tire; but my spirit will be like a seeded field in midwinter that dreams of running brooks and flowering valleys. I will ...