Fall into my tragic kiss Let me taste your pain Let me drink it all away I’ll help you live again You know the way I need to die But could you let me go Suspended between life and breath Laughing in Death’s shadow The…

Oh to be happy To feel open and free To be on top of the world Silver linings decree Oh to be happy And know only bliss To walk with faith, blindly To trust lovers kiss Oh to be happy No heartache to bear To…

Written on the road as I clearly struggled for inspiration.   I have been traveling a lot lately To ancient Roman baths, birthplaces of poets and colleges that look more like monuments Hiking up the Scottish highlands And enviously admiring the crown jewels Rushing through…

Writing is a painful bliss. A piece of me remains on the page long after I have placed down my pen. I am a writer of life. I am a healer, healing my own festering wounds, tainting my soul with a callous ugliness, an enveloping…

She smiles …as she is staring at death…lost in her emotions and thoughts … she stares at the abyss…as if portraying a secret weapon …madness…yes she was madness… but she was still mystical …magical . … Yes she enchanted you …just a glance in her…

For Churchill, the shadow of vermouth on his martini was enough. For my brother, two drops of water in his bourbon please, the memory of what it once was. Once, my shadow was the only thing I owned; it could not leave. I looked for…

It’s been a month since I saw you last. Our lives are ruled by agendas, measured by calendars, hustled by the ever-slowing ticks of the minute hand. It’s a matching game where no card has a partner, each wore slip fluttering to the ground from the stacked…

Some places took on a heavy, headachy sensation in that year-long drought. Now, in the deluge, though I am soaked through, there it is. The feeling of being in a place you should never be. I shouldn’t have come back. I shouldn’t have. Wait. Who…

When Kristen retired, we thought to take an adventure. We went to Yosemite, where Dad had taken me and I had been a Dad to mine. One of the rituals was to take the walk to the viewpoint for Nevada Falls. Vernal  and Nevada. With…

Every morning I walk along the river. To get there, first I must walk through the city, past houses of people still sleeping, sometimes encountering a raccoon or skunk, finishing its night of roaming and looking for home. I must pass through the bar district,…