The Last Resort
There is a secret hideaway, idyllic, out of reach of poets, where our muses congregate. They gather on the golf …
Category: Rhyme
Soul Fires
The god of thunder pierced the clouds with his electric riff. Prometheus though chained, unbowed, saw lightning strike the cliff …
All in the Same Boat
You’re late! Forgive me, just a little joke I use to put my passengers at ease. Or otherwise some newly …
Warmth
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
Resurrection
A field of grass, a sea of green / where flowers wild, like dabs of paint, / add vibrancy to Nature’s scene –
Mama’s Walking Stick
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.
The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
Bottle of Sky
I pin my wash in silvered light to soft chorale of laughing leaves, the twittering of sparrows back, this golden …