out past the screen door night sneaks up like a black cat, dewy with fog. in the trees out back an owl cries "who" while katydids sound their mating call. my wife calls me to bed, two ... CONTINUED
more recent poems

sweet dreams
you ask about dreams over morning coffee, steam from the cup fogging my ... CONTINUED

What if, after the new?
From different worlds we collide, and like a bolt from the blue summer enters my life ... CONTINUED

Into His Twilight (a reprise)
I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a ... 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…