Spring, United States

I write to touch my reader’s heart or soul or funny bone or memory or any other part of their corporeal or metaphysical being. At least that is my goal. Please let me know if I was successful.

I am older now than Byron and Burns, Keats and Kilmer, Poe and Plath, and Stevenson and Shelly all were when they died but I am 10 years younger than Emily Dickinson when she wrote, ‘Because I could not stop for Death’.

I’m kinda hoping that means my best is still to come

  • Age: 58
  • Joined: January 2008

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Like the Sand

…maybe then you’d understand

California Storm

a summer shower / just rain / nothing special / till I saw you in the courtyard / hands on the back of your head / face lifted to the sky /…

Thoughts of You

You were / the last thought I had last night / before I shut my eyes

The Absence of the Light

…That’s when the whispered voices / come unhindered through / And I’m afraid for you / My thoughts delayed / for you…

Kingdoms Lost or Conquered

Show me everything you’ve hidden / Lay it out for me to see / Include what you have not forgiven / Jaded memory from your past / Secrets yo…


The cigarette settles softly like a butterfly on her pale skin/unmoving/the dull glow of the cherry/illuminates a tiny patch of ivory flesh

An Honest Mistake

It rained this morning. / I could have sworn / I saw you dancing / in the puddles / water trickling from your hair / like teardrops.


If Im standing in the rain/that’s where i want to be./Can you see me?/Glistening on your skin. / Trickling from your hair./Why did you turn…

Winter Stain

Where were you /when I walked lightly /through the winter rain? /My summer skin was covered/By drops of freezing stain./I wore a cloak of c…

A Lonely Thought

A lonely thought occurred to me / borrowed from lost tragedy / contained within a shielded heart… / destinies dismissed.

I’m Afraid to Love You

You understand that I’m not the perfect man / that I pretend to be / you’re ok that sometimes / I’m not even up / to bein…

She Opens My Eyes

She carries morning’s first light / Beauty that opens my eyes
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