What goes on in the underground? Beyond and beneath the warm, Serene fields of neutral conversat… Inside the hollow caverns, down In the dark tunnels where

Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…

She wants you to be as nice as her… She wants you to be as big as her, She wants you to be just like her, But now she knows you’re not, not… There’s only one of her,

Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

She watches a purple mountain, Silhouetted against a sky of blue, A sunset slipping behind her peaks… To signify another day is thru. The song of a lonely Bobwhite,

The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…

When you were born How happy she is, that As little as you could feel Her love for you is divine. Day by day as she sees you grow

The sun comes up and lights the sk… He hears birds a’singing and child… And flowers bloom all the live lon… But as the wind dies down and chil… He knows it won’t be long before t…

It’s a thing like “Tailhook” It’s a thing called rape It’s a thing called abuse It’s a thing called hate But, it’s the strength of a woman

Trembling lips come together Tongues—trepidly flicking, teasing… Saying hello. The inevitable push— The world fades away

On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,

The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen

Behind unseen in shadow wise, Stands tall the noble King. While on throne in full light, Cavorts in regal mockery the Fool… Hard it is to Court to peer,

Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…