i dream of stones, their rough and tumbled surfaces pockmarked black and gray as they glisten in the surf. i have no idea how many years had to pass in order to erode those jagged edges ... CONTINUED
more recent poems

Sailing In
An evening rain taps on my bedroom window its staccato rhythm in tune with deeper ... CONTINUED

the sweetest note
"do you love me?" a breath heavy with sleep whispered into night. i rolled on my ... CONTINUED

disappearing
morning fog hangs thickly over the road, its twin yellow lines faintly painted on ... 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…