Category Archives: Poems

chorus to be sung at the beginning and the end) My love, you know we can’t be sure about tomorrow for “today” is all that heaven gives for sure. But you can be sure that I will love you past … Continue reading →

If Kisses cured and Making Love restored us, well, again and Touch was found to be THE Greatest-Natural-Preventative-Eliexor- EVER! Oh! My Lord! How healthy my Love and I would be! And if the time it takes for showing love and … Continue reading →

She comes on… A levitating stiletto. Blade honed, for a slice to the bone. All hints of soft curves, or round mounds to rest your lips on or baby suckling, gone, hidden beneath her long, black, thigh high alpacca, turtle-neck-sweater … Continue reading →

The old man wobbles into the hotel after the sidewalk’s been hosed and swept and the entry door’s hooked open. “Buenos Dias, Nina!” he growls to the young receptionist behind the front desk. She is the owners daughter. She taps … Continue reading →

No Ugly Duckling tale, this… No startling-evolving into the Queen of Swans, Majestic, on some pond. No. This girl will be forever ordinary. A plain girl, walking the whirling streets of Rome! Stumbling on the cobble stone. Where, (though how … Continue reading →

…made of fiberglass, perhaps. Hanging on a wall in a restaurant in Rome. Unassuming. With two matching, interlocking partners, one above, the other below. But they are formed in the shape of ancient blocks of marble. From Carrera. The marble … Continue reading →

…..takes patience, a willingness to wait for the blessing of the bird you seek but accepting the possibility, perhaps the probability, that you might not be blessed this time. For the long sought Indigo Bunting might be doing Gods will… … Continue reading →

Squish beneath your shoe the occasional roach with impunity! Stomp him into your bathroom floor! Smear him onto your kitchen counter. Remove his gooey remains with a damp paper towel and toss it into the garbage can without the slightest … Continue reading →

‘Sure! The metaphor’s been used before! But it’s not trite because it’s still so right! Remember the old painting? Jesus standing at the door, knocking. Reminds me of the old rock song. “I hear you knocking but you can’t come … Continue reading →

I find this river on which I drift to be a combination of confusing confluences . Its tributaries, its ox-bows, carry old-back-waters into the current carrying me now, to reappear, like unreconciled conflicts, to deepen the rivers treacherous depths or … Continue reading →