The Last Resort
There is a secret hideaway, idyllic, out of reach of poets, where our muses congregate. They gather on the golf …
There is a secret hideaway, idyllic, out of reach of poets, where our muses congregate. They gather on the golf …
The god of thunder pierced the clouds with his electric riff. Prometheus though chained, unbowed, saw lightning strike the cliff …
You’re late! Forgive me, just a little joke I use to put my passengers at ease. Or otherwise some newly …
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
A field of grass, a sea of green / where flowers wild, like dabs of paint, / add vibrancy to Nature’s scene –
Where wild abounds and nature calls / a trail winds through a gentle wood, / along a stream then to small falls, / where she met him, and love was good.
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
I pin my wash in silvered light to soft chorale of laughing leaves, the twittering of sparrows back, this golden …