The slopes behind my school of yes… are still rolling through my mind… Sledding down the hills and feelin… are my Bunker Hill memories still… We dashed over there when school w…
Today I made my way through overgrown bushes that sprung up on the once cleared path that took me from my cave to the village that I set out to visit this morning. It was a long journe...
Fourth & four on their twenty yard… Ten seconds to go, running out of… Down by four, the biggest play to… A true test of power, so it’s time… Hut, hut, - hut, a fake to the run…
The mystery of the unknown Some hidden and some shown Some behind perforated walls Dressed in satin as beauty calls Calculated gestures and moving par…
The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…
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
Some mothers try to break loose but can’t, even if they rebel against the laws of intuition that are branded into their being. The bonding with the sinewy fibers of supreme thought tie ...
At Rest When our blood is an angry current Where velocity becomes a force Pushing the boundaries of sanity Surging past tranquil places
Little baby Suzie and her big pin… her constant crying and her vernac… her wonderment with her new found… her inherited smiles and ensuing j… her doll houses with pretty pink s…
Garden of Faith From seed, to root, to stem To sprout, to budding, to yielding Mother Nature goes to Work in her photosynthetic way
The poem that you sent us was absolutely wonderful. When everyone at the office read it, they said it was the most amazing poem they had ever read. When I get home, I can’t wait to show...
Herbert the broadcast blues man of… lives in his house on Cherry Lane… too scared to come out of his rubb… in fear of the world caving in too… A victim of too much TV he is for…
Falling down to unknown depths from high homes and pure thoughts and each day a further falling with the dark side of man in contr… pushing him down the stairs
The Hardening Infants breathe in the gentle air In that strange new paradise calle… As it opens its tender arms And catches them when they fall
Rip Van Winkle after his 20 year… wakes up in February to go out for… He dons his winter coat and winter… and goes outside to play in the sn… “It sure is warm today. No snow.…