October Souls

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

Starving

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

O foolish man Who cannot accept The hands of a woman Looking to heal you O holy man Set apart … More

There are times I am so lonely I can taste it, hear it, smell it. I see it in my … More

Once upon a time, I read that insomniacs keep the sleeping world from disincorporating (tho the description was surely more … More