up all night writing because I wanted some sparkling revelation to offer this morning but words failed and I have nothing to show but the...

truth aches when an overread book is continually misunderstood or when a love that needs to shout is left to linger unspoken on lips

to this swirling existence we write about so why not dabble in the dialect and points of view? use solitary clouds and footprints fresh...

fat colorful leaves tumble around my feet shades you never see of unusual curl and striation greed fills me this huge pile of poems seem...

I know deep joy spews inside you when she performs What race or age or gender of man does not plead guilty to coveting this creature like...

If God ever realized he made a mistake in the way He set up death and suffering it would be awkward for Him He would have to look deeply...

On this shifting battlefield of you and I and them foxhole companions come and go midnights can tear us wide open while dawns heavily...

it is easy to be thankful for the positive things that go your way but to be grateful for all of it for every black chip of bad luck...

when I’m not scolding him for thieving barking jumping or eating something nasty he watches me like a baby does a mother’s face or snores...

a mid-summer’s day I’m 8 years old brookside on my knees under a willow the tiny stream gurgles almost as happily as me my hand slips in...

water as mysterious as wind fire as unique as snow love’s mystical liquor passes my lips and all shadows disappear

Now please don’t read these words like they are rocks that need climbing This one has no reasonable perch to land on or clear message to...

they all follow you shadows and ghosts of shadows then tap you in dreams

Children are the real heroes the true freedom fighters For centuries they have waged the fiercest rebellions for a precious and worthy...

What’s left of the beach crowd, a group of five old pinion pines watch from their perch on the hillside. Drenched squeals spin in the...

dying can be a difficult pregnancy of carrying fate to full term followed by the long sigh after birth that collapses into the sweetest...

Cuddling is a hearty meal for the body steak and potatoes for our souls too Gorge sloppily at that table With those two hungers satisfied...

Haven’t we all been wrong in moments and left them un-righted? And occasionally glance back at what’s in their boat’s wake? torn things...

at her house she watches two doves in love pamper a nestling at mine I see a pair of males compete for a bride hers do a bob and coo a...

I watch them on the train, the one without stations, facing forward in seats next to glass-plated windows Older passengers, wherever they...