I remember that touch. The burning kiss, where flame met cloth and slowly wormed into the threadbare carpet, so clean you could eat off of it and still live, still walk, and so it glowed brief and hesitating flicker of psuedo-life, pulsing, growing with each…

When the stars shine they erase some illusion and even the mystical is included in this universe. Too new to remember. Too old to forget.   And yet, we do forget to observe, to shine, and reflect, and remember. This is all illusion. Our fabricated…

I ask myself Where would we run to? A foreign country. A place across the pond. Start a new life, with new names. Would we miss the old one too much? The friends and family left behind. Memories from a years long ago. What would…

Might a beast not have its beauty? The phantom his diva? Nor the hunchback his gypsy? Might a thorn not have its rose?

Swaying in the breeze dancing to the Beat

Night Virginia Carraway Stark Darkness settles In the wind and the mist That rise up from the wild clay soil Like a cool cloak Of dark moon splendour The gloaming is alive With tendrils of fog that seek All that is warm and safe Stars…

It is a precious thing to see a baby born – (An honour I hope you come to know) Better still when the baby is you; bursting forth with such courage and conviction blowing raspberries, and love, at me. I watched you splutter and spurt,…

The problem with poetry Is there are too many rules A sonnet is this way You learn a haiku in school   There’s the ode and Epistle The tanka, the bop Seriously these people have got to be stopped   A sestina should be massacred A Villanelle…

The bonfire roars into the night Crackling twigs erupt in a furor They dance, drink, and laugh around the perimeter In light of summer’s sweet charity The crickets play violin on their legs The music of night, the lullaby of the earth Into the hay…