Latest Poems
Gossamer
I sit and spin my little web. Filament, filament, filament. Out of myself I throw it into the wild, wild world. And on days like this when I do not see it catch, lonesome, lonesome, lonesome screams my heart.
Sojourner
Sojourner, dear wanderer, looking to the sky, wondering at the message you can’t demystify. Do the stars speak? Does the answer leak from the twisting stars and ink to answer why?
Moonlit Poetry
Why do you hide so often? Are you shy? You glow too brightly for that. You look lonely. You also look whole. How do you manage that? I want to understand you, but you keep a part of yourself hidden away.
Plunk
Typing on my tiny typewriter, I’m an incorrigible plotter. Color splashes onto the page, green, coral, orange, and beige.
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