When sickness strikes, it dominates And all involved it subjugates To worries, sleepless nights, and pain And “When will they get well again?” The only topic this refrain, ’til it abates. When sickness will not go away, And claims its place in every day The…

Don’t know where it all goes My heart aches for a long haul For that bus to the mountains For that sand under my toes I want to collect shells again Just want to walk on the shore It has become monotonous now Doing the…

A Response to Bed in Summer (By Robert Louis Stevenson, from  Child’s Garden of Verse) As a child I saw your words, Things fell into place. You spoke as a child to a child, And I heard The mystery of the earth turning its seasons…

Dear Future Son, I shall always be a cracked mirror An imperfect rolemodel Yet I hope that from my mangled complexion You may take unconditional love

(In response to W.H. Auden’s Their Lonely Betters) Words are for those with promises to keep. Our forte of language causes us to weep We create worlds and homes built from letters Between us and the wild, our lonely betters. We are the only who…

the other side The man was okay. Wasn’t he? He might have been able to help. Instead he’s stormed off somewhere. We both seem dazed. Standing around listlessly. We should decide. Risk petrol. Or just go. Out of nowhere, the man reappears Now pointing a…

  We curve ourselves around you making a nest of our bodies, of our love, our heart beats the lullaby that rocks you to sleep your tiny soft shell covered in pink skin a layer of fat to warm you, to grow you,    

Tired rocks push Against the tireless ocean When will they crumble?

Neurosis (Companion to The Age of Innocence – Hour 9) The age of innocence The doll’s play gives way to bigger games As blasphemy loses its might When a young girl and her lover Declare their vows To be together forever Conflicting emotions surround them…

Opening up to me and loving me “What would I do without you?” you say.   Caressing me and holding me “I love you.” you say.   Laughing with me and teasing me “Where’s your brain?” you say.   Staring at me and hating me…