i marched off like the rest and ashamed now to admit how proud i strutted down the street as ... CONTINUED
Short poems about life and love
trespassing (again)
a sepia-stained ramshackle mess is all that remains of the gallery where we first met. i ... CONTINUED
once it was said
once it was said how a prophet searched for your voice on mountaintops, in temples, by the sea ... CONTINUED
Notes of Blue
High above Winnipesaukee It's calm blue surface Mirroring the sky We hiked a hill So many years ... CONTINUED
6 O’clock News
the music pipes in like a vain attempt at normalcy or calm complacency designed to still our ... CONTINUED
Done with the Game
I’m done chasing muses for a cup of coffee or a quickie behind the bleachers where games get ... CONTINUED
Until Last Night
Until last night I slept soundly living in a world devoid of you (ignorance is bliss) and those ... CONTINUED