I imagine every town has that road you cruise with your best friend, the tunes cranked loud on the radio heading to no-place in particular as telephone poles pass by your ... CONTINUED
more recent poems
in retrospect
i. my dad always said that your mind doesn’t age, and then one day an old man ... CONTINUED
i thought of you today
i thought of you today while driving north on highway four-forty-one... green trees ... CONTINUED
wounded
there is beauty in forgetfulness. of letting the past slip like ashes to the floor as ... CONTINUED
my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…