when it’s all over will I return to the stream from where I came not in fin or web-toed nor sharp clawed from above or below without flash...

Maybe I’ve just been feeling the weather unable to escape the relentless searing sun but you brought me upright when your voice threw me...

if not to hydrate parched bodies or find a leak in the roofs of miserable souls then to pour and pour and pour over a crazy world slow...

if I had three hands guess how many dogs I’d have and with two hearts who knows how many friends regardless I keep to a single resolution...

I still imagine I am my father’s son my mother’s boy one still running for a compliment the other slinking from disappointment both hot...

why go hungry angling day and night for that one trophy lurking in life’s deep blue sea? let the tasty easier-to-catch smaller fish...

in different times and circumstance I would collect a hundred jealous-free lovers to fill the wells of this body’s pleasure while most...

the mutts aren’t sleeping in the excitement of dawn poems lick my face

I’m always searching for clever ways to make new friends while preparing the next knockout line for a new poem or maybe I’m just a...

poetry does not live in that place where right and wrong wait in alleys nor does it hang around for the rise and fall of fate’s schedule...

I never oil my front gate because I enjoy her opinions that morning groan as I retrieve the paper a quick snicker if I’m catching a ride...

trying to piece together life’s jigsaw puzzle

I’m the roulette ball rolling more than sixty years and still unsettled

I’ve made love to many pages strange and beautiful love-making over and over producing many children poems are my kids and like any...

Do you believe God is in everything in front of us behind us what we touch eat smell our spit the cat the dog’s you-know-what the trees...

A smile might do some sweeping a kind word some dusting a laugh a bit of vacuuming but this ain’t no regular cleaning lady To remove...

meditation mind bows to Self slave and emperor bump heads the throne expands two hands shake friends

maybe one day grace will take me where lyrics couldn’t and I’ll trade all those friends for a rampant wind so the future can leave this...

stillness in silence I’m walking the creek shadows only my eyes breathe

visit me and see the hollow in the sofa where poems are born