Midnight Maunderings

I never thought myself a leader Yet I have always been skipping out ahead Finding the way of the Wayshower. … More

Of Sable Wings & Ivory

On a day I felt as if I’d swallowed a wasp My soul, beset by angers all about Found a … More

Take your hands off my philosophy What do you care if I cannot fall in love with myself anymore? What … More

Dearest I cannot write you into my life again It seems two month’s passing does not erase A year of … More

These places made of hunger deep within: I’ll touch them with my heart to open wide, That never shall you … More

My heart has learned to keep many secretstoo many I am told, from the other parts of me…my hands can … More

Poems drift out of me Like islands form in an ocean Of infinite space A sea of creativity Into which … More

#1 Sticky with need, hungered with longing Speaking In Poetry: a potlatch of words/images Ideas like pebbles tossed down a … More

Ok readers, please excuse the spacing – WordPress has added a new format which I clicked on. O Lord! It’s … More

SEPTEMBER For a longish time I saddled up the dream each morning, With darkness’ fall, I brushed you off my … More