(dedicated to Richard Brautigan)   he, she, you and I have given our all think of the litany of animals that have stood by and watched it’s never over till It’s over I hope I meet you before the by and by we have collected…

One thought sparked an idea, and excitement fanned the flame. With love it expanded and became a dream no one could tame. Evil tried to dash those hopes like the crashing of a wave. But courage stepped in, pushing the heart to fight and be…

I want to freeze time/. I know I don’t, can’t appreciate all of the things my father does. he labors more than i know, he love’s more than I know. somehow the man is so gentle yet he is austere like ages past. sitting quietly…

Original line from Robert Frost “I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” Walking along this path did I Many mental pictures I took Of trees and flowers, animals and clouds the Moment I picked a blossom, the world…

my kid’s kid is a goat, the yogurt eating, head butting, Lord of the pasture; is gently teaching my child to be a shepherd; I observe my child shall put another’s needs before her own generously, and not leave the other to desire or want

I look upon the fields now glazed with water from last night’s rain, with flooding predicted, more and more rain. Who prayed for all this water? Who could have sat beside the hand of God and asked the Blessed Virgin Mary all dressed in white…

Outliers chasing Outsider fire dragons Mostly vague ideas Slapping and snapping Their consciousness Between tokes and smokes An exclusive club Open to all who dare to Enter darkness No dress codes or haircuts Allowed in this club; only High fives are given Or kisses and…

Specificity is a writing trait that’s hard to overlook or under rate. For adding supporting details when writing, speaking, or tweeting, Cuts out more than a few misunderstandings that bear repeating. Now take a statement said in jest, “The White House is a dump.” If…

I am not really pleased with this one at all but am posting anyway–the idea is intriguing   This poem takes its inspiration from Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by Robert Frost. Between the woods and frozen lake   aubade and sunset…

In the midst of the heat of summer, the first fleeting impressions after the long august rains, feel like the first sobs of the end of our love story, the end of the summer season, the beginning of the practise of violins Taking us straight…