written 1998
The great King of the mountain an… Of the dell Once walked together arm in arm wi… Or Hell And so if Adam had not bitten of…
Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...
Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?
A new day is starting, The summer is parting, It was a time for fun and laughter A time of crying, sadness and deat… But, life goes on, the seasons cha…
She longs for ways and times lost… To regain what was, is not possibl… How to create anew from ancient th… A stone, old, worn, filled with tr… Ancient truths, covered by the san…
Remember, Her brother When they tried to play The awkward phrases, Precious, for what they so loved
If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?
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…
Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…
The world came to an end in pools… And a flash of blinding, sterile w… Like some cosmic nurse saying, “Bend over, this won’t hurt a bit, Buck up little camper, take it lik…
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
She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,
She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…
She was a gift to you America, fr… In celebration of the 100th annive… She came to you in a battleship, i… You built a pedestal for her, so s… You lit her torch and gave her a s…
Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change
