A tree that bend from a hill, Often cast a spell to kill. Its chant whispers through the wind, And slowly sips, and sips your blood. It stoles whatever love you hold, You will do things as it was told. In a summer heat, underneath…

As if the world does not exist Bach’s cello transports me to the place where time does not exist It is not the music though It is the music through   Calming as the sea Listen you would see It is the ambience, the cadence…

Have this dance with me Run your fingers over the wood and play a harmony Duets are forever dances even when we aren’t moving our feet to the rhythm And yet we are as the notes fill the room and we sway in time Each…

The crooks and curves of Chicago concrete streets are set deep deep deep BAH BAH BAH We rise and lay flattened prostrate whenever the pistol rooster speaks Singing confirmation Whooah Whooah Whooah Sirens scream closely behind the scene With no mountain-top dreams or affirmation WE…

i tug at mama’s sleeve she’s stopped walking and is staring at the hotel entrance i feel her body go stiff there’s a couple framed in the doorway of the hotel doing a couple thing and mama can’t stop looking mama, what’s wrong she doesn’t…

My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near I see the trees weighed down with snow It’s getting late we’d better go But oh before we start the trot I think it’s best we give some thought To preparations for…

Thank you for putting words to my thought, dear Robert. You are one of my favorites, though I only know you through your published works and an admiring, respecting description of you wearing your common — well suited — bow tie mentioned in a movie*…

A Glösa created the first stanza of Frost’s poem   I’m headed out into the snow A moonless night, as home I go. Firs and pines all laden white; whose woods these are, I think I know.   I muse this land belongs to Joe…

“Between the woods and frozen lake…” Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, line 7.   Between the woods and frozen lake A figment in the snow A foreign sign found at daybreak What is it? I don’t know I ponder should I take…

“The darkest evening of the year” -Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening the first time you hold his neck he tells you that it is a palace only a queen enters you tell him you are his queen then he shows you…