written 1999
A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up
Alas, her child, you listen to her… For she holds a story about the se… What is behind its placid shore? There’s more, her child, so much,… There is a dreadful thing down the…
Men would bet upon her father’s ha… Could he pick up in just one fist A dozen eggs scattered on the tabl… One by one—cracking none? He’d reach his hand (stretched at…
Nightmares are mere troubles... Washed up each time You take a dip In the river of your old tears. Fears are mere thoughts...
Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…
Dear Love, Yesterday was filled with pain and Sorrow so they spoke. Because of this, yesterday grew Farther and farther away.
He never loved himself But he fell in love with a woman. He never loved himself, But he fell in love with his work. He never loved himself,
So many hopes Dashed as they arose. Opportunities Never granted. False starts,
Even though you’re far away, In her heart you’ll always stay. Her love for you is always true, There is no other uncle like you. When she was just a little girl,
There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…
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
The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…
Sallie, you never held her In the warmth of your arms. Sallie, you never smiled And cooed at her. Sallie, she never gazed into
She often has dreams of them being… Being a family again, happy and sm… Once, they had that, and it was gr… And now it’s gone, she thought her… Often, these visions are even bett…
He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds