"love" was an instrument expertly used to sustain her illusion of comme ça – inducing forgetfulness about perpetual abuse, or to gaslight me into thinking my honest ... CONTINUED
more recent poems
like glass (a ghazal)
is a mirror more than silvered glass? and whose face appears within the glass? the ... CONTINUED
Sky Fall
i. Without warning the sky can fall in neat needle-stitched rows, precisely ... CONTINUED
Cruising Mammoth Road
I imagine every town has that road you cruise with your best friend, the tunes ... 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…