There is a place I know, Where daffodils and roses bloom, Tall trees and green grass also grow, While bluebirds sing a lovely tune. People love to sit on the rickety porch swing, While watching little children hard at play, Seeing the joy that kids…

but i was soothing you in the endless supply of my Spanish blood, give you the elixir to life, teach you how to swim in death valley, in the rivers all across, the southern tip of my love. I am against fragile, tanned flesh, resurrecting…

Standing tall and I’m reaching Through the night and I’m reaching In the rain and I’m reaching Cold and Snow and I’m reaching Kids call me ‘base’ and I’m reaching Shade for all and I’m reaching Sticks are cute small parts of me Standing tall…

There once was a man named Hal, He was friends with a guy named Sal, Together they drank, Some say they stank, And neither one had a gal.  

Hushed canopy of stars, watch the moon tread the crest of the lake, in muted gibbous glory; havoc in a dead-beat heart. Familiar panic attack.

First fluttering fast Now it’s still This heart’s beat its last

Like a thundering clap of water-laden cumulu-nimbus Like an angry howl of the raging wind Slowly, very slowly Gaining speed but real slow Gathering dust and debris of horrendous proportion Slowly, so slowly Like a raging bull Like a procrastinating raging bull. Can you delay…

I look into the faces Of those that pass me by Brokenness and anguish That cannot be disguised Behind their painted faces, The Masks they dare not shed Are the windows to their souls In which the Faint of heart won’t tread One whose heart…

July Tenth Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Three The day the Gina came to be The day Alexander joined obscurity Before that day he was a family man After that day he was never heard of again Fifty three years later he has never been found…

her memories, the shiver of a breeze on placid lakes where moonshine leaves imprints, ever lambent, always coruscating. her thoughts, the auburn in her hair, silken, satin, downy-soft and sanguine; smooth as wine one in her eye is prospecting