(2015)
Soon, a date with destiny Be joyful the ninth of May Hopeful we’re not bystanders On this most propitious day There’ll be forces against us
Awakened from slumber, she remembe… She’s a drab, speckled-winged pepp… Trivial, unseen in the brown bark… A camouflaged moth, a trifling bub… In the dream a butterfly appears,…
In my reverie, I feel myself meld… One with the universe; one with th… Every fiber, every sinew, like com… Streaking to the far reaches of ou… I touch the moon and feel its silv…
A New Way of Seeing It All In the dungeon, nothing but utter… That even without a blindfold, no… But in the upper room, we can see… The light exposes what is; and eve…
Sky’s the palest of blue As the morning sun climbs Like old faded denims Washed a hundred times The sun peeks playfully
Agonized thoughts flooded consciou… While she lay motionless in bed to… Years flashed back from memory ban… Tears well; as remorse and regret… For years she stayed despite the p…
My friend, I am a simple story-te… Whatever I write, they aren’t tre… For a prophet I’m not, neither a… Nor a philosopher with a grandiose… Simply put, I’m but a lowly balla…
Enter, Stage Right Not much to tell So this will be quick Nothing special happened Though many memorable moments
Decadent, thus tempting It oozes, like a river It flows, yet viscous It’s thick, and rich, and gooey... So inviting!
From the Ashes Twilight it was, storm clouds roll… Lightning flashes tortured the ski… Torrential rain and fearsome winds Power’s out as the tempest flies
Periwinkle skies, cold winter morn… After a stormy night of sleet and… Icicles in tree branches glistenin… Invitingly from the upstairs windo… The winter scene calls to her chil…
The Story of Maui Island paradise in the blue ocean Blessed with benign winds and balm… Few clouds, skies blue to the far… Sandy beaches white, surf waves ne…
It was during one of his yearly tr… An old friend took him to dinner w… In a fancy place; the check could… A hyperbole? Not in a city with m… As they left the restaurant, two g…
a love story serendipitously, they encountered each other in the afternoon of their earthly sabbatical
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” –Stanley Horowitz