when they don’t say hi it must be that friendliness offers them nothing for whatever reason it brings no light or anything through their...

as ravens rush home and light leaves, then slips away night unfolds its wings

. . . and aren’t you glad I think to myself so many written and left behind abandoned or poorly finished for various reasons I dismissed...

someday I want to write a complete poem without changes or edits additions or deletions inspiration only heart holding the pen words...

paper news television news digital news sometimes even the truth is news . . . when it’s not that piece of lamb stuck in the molars of...

The smell - a basket of greasy hot and crispy, pencil-sized potatoes - rises between us. They call it a “shared portion” that I have...

sunny day poem paper bright white, warm blue ink just three childish lines

alone in the house the pendulum of the clock makes it lonelier

parallel ridges of dirty clouds smudged onto this November sky floating above the grim majesty of naked trees dotted with stubborn...

our sweetest birdsong usually comes from finches orioles and western bluebirds arriving from the rapidly chilling north on a quiet walk...