love is a feather gently falling to earth. it's not what you receive as pure gift, but rather what you're willing to give. love is a breeze through an open window on a hot summer's ... CONTINUED
more recent poems

two of cups
i'd swaddle you with words but know they'd never stick, falling away from your grin and ... CONTINUED

an untamed “i”
at home in the dark i am bated breath and base desire, or the haunting notes of an ... CONTINUED

land of milk and honey
she shuts the door and stands in front of me. even all these years later she still has ... 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…