The master extended an offer that his student could not refuse: To be the master’s partner, his colleague, his muse. An Oscar in the students’ field, this offer should have proved He was a bonafide professional–his skills had successfully improved. But the student protected his…

The golden goal teases me from a-far Taunting me like tower upon wispy mar Holding light high I wade through muck Better to rely on sweat than blind luck

Tuck your nose behind my ear Speak so softly I cannot hear Lips pressed gently to my skin Murmur nothing again, again Slip your fingers up my throat Utter hushed words so remote Speak into my eager mind Words my heart may only find Whisper…

I wrote us into a book well, two really One version takes place in Pompeii and you are a boy named Caecilius You are a boy who dreams vividly of his Julia being swept away in the tides of lava She calls out for her…

One Christmas I gave you a Zippo lighter with the ace of spades engraved upon its metal case. It was custom ordered, a connection to your dead daddy. After unwrapping your gift, your hands and voice were shaky. That was the closest I ever came…

The hardest things to say are I love you, forgive me, and help me in ascending order. We refrain from those words, their combinations, the vulnerability they provide. The damage they cause to our fragile “selves”. Regrets among the living to be carried into the…

Dance a jig upon the ridge with foaming surf below to whisk and blend with sky and wind and spirit, to and fro.   Quickly as the bow reveals the tones and tunes array the Celtic lines, do re-define the balance, and the fray.  …

the rock faces mine the rock face is mined the rock’s face …and mind the rock face is mine the light plays across the rock face and mind and mine …and mine  

This melody never staggers, grows old, this song from an Elvis-bearded age. It blooms and blushes me more than it should! Dreams blister like bread, memories burn, pungent under starblossoms and moonfruit. My struck tongues rave: no lie, Horatio, this is where it’s at. All…

In the streams of stars I expect your hand Where we walk and dance On the imaginary island The beeps of birds The silence of love And the whispering of water All are fading from my world