For All the Boys Who Whistled
It began with a tug on the sleeve. You boy! Who you whistlin’ at? That question with a death sentence …
Monthly Archives: October 2017
Just playing with my flowers…
Roses
I wrote this poem a few years ago. Recently I have been going through some old photographs of flowers and …
The Conscience of This Universe
Storms come with perfect fury. Devoid of anger or righteousness their drench and wreck are reminders of our place in …
A Great and Important Poet has Passed…
Richard Wilbur http://mailchi.mp/poetryfoundation/poem-of-the-day-advice-to-a-prophet?e=1337d1b718
Sounding
We will live forever in fragments, misunderstood, misinterpreted like Socrates. Who will be our Plato? Words will evolve into new …
Why Whales Are Back in New York City
Hymn #35
This feeling has something to do with pictures, old photographs of people and places that are lost to me. The …
Read this poem…
Burst
Coltsfoot and saltpeter go off like fireworks when the mix is right and a spark is applied; the way the …
