I know something about some things very little of many things and reserve my greatest ignorance for understanding love, myself and human...

Amber’s death triggered 14 days of torment her presence still felt on the sofa the bed at the door when I came home presenting her brown...

we have mountains so gentle they caress water from the eyes others that blow up and spew death to those drawn to that charm rains that...

Margarite’s cat Morris arrives at the backdoor with a newborn rabbit, broken-necked and still alive, and drops it at my feet. It blinks...

what I didn’t know then while I was searching for God was that He parades around in plain sight in every inch of endless road and empty...

I couldn’t watch you got in way too close forgot your usual defenses fought like a drunken punching bag all smiles after each blow Last...

silence is the black sky held in the arms of a sleepy moon leaving you to choose from the basket of warm sweet stars

Something keeps us either sober and hopeful or drunk and confused about beliefs throughout our lives though neither matters because...

Tonight after you and the sun set I hope the clouds leave your eyes clear nights are more than a lemon moon and pin-light stars they can...

life is my teacher the world my classroom happiness my lessons poetry my homework and hopefully someday graduation with honors

new friends those one’s who’ve just disembarked feel the gentle winds and velvet fields in the valley of his presence unaware there is...

I remember as a sapling you collided with a backhoe. We tried to set your bones right but you grew stooped, more boxer than basketball...

the breeze drops them off one at a time red yellow and brown leaves that spin as they fall next to others on the ground like a caravan...

like a crimson rose its head resting on train track love can’t save itself

life walks into the marketplace jumps onto a trading block and gavels hawking for buyers willing to barter for a good deal that’s rarely...

In her room she would stroll to the night table a bent twig drifting through a minted forest the old bark of her skin lotioned to smell...

so difficult to remove awkwardness from a naked confession much easier to take off the clothes of embarrassment another word for this...

Have you noticed how age tightens the noose around a lot of things? the large stable of friends extended small talk dishonesty caring...

in darkness we always act rigid and stiff careful for danger the need for safety where in light we flex our muscles to push and pull life...

dark scary journey I am sun-startled awake dismal dream washed gold