The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Category: Rhyme
Once Soft and Smooth
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work …
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
Lines on a Grid
I sit each day in cruciverbal tussle With pen in hand and coffee at my side, I sit and think …
Puff Piece
A canopy of cumulus projection aligns itself enticingly and spills its cotton candy succulent confection across the canvas of the …
frabjous
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades …
leyenda de los volcanes
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …