I grow old … I grow old … Over the years I have grown bold I have sought out new adventures Tried many different sorts of food. I have traveled many places Whatever suits my mood. In my youth I was very quiet My tears…

The art of losing isn’t hard to master – Elizabeth Bishop When you told me the lines I drew in my skin were art intricate patterns of pain you saw as love, and the blood that I was losing as sweet elixir, I knew this…

 Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot  Do I dare to eat a peach? Or nectarine of yellow and sweet? Do I dare to strike the clouds? Demand an answer from them aloud? Am I a fool who cannot eager be And thus begins…

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…

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…

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…

Two Fish, Carl Sandberg Their speech could not possibly have been scarlet Unless they were dead, Then, maybe, in the throes of being Pulled in by a hook through the lip MAYBE their speech could have been scarlet. Or did you mean “scar-lipped”? Late night…

I hover behind the bodies of traveling friends, at peace and waiting within. I am here, I reassure myself, buoyed by their blind support. None turn back, but their love is pervasive just the same. Their attention is focused on the next stop, to a…

I’ll thank you in advance for this. I appreciate a well-placed kiss. Small kindnesses aren’t small to me. Just be yourself and I’ll be me. With acts that match our loving words. We’ll create a love that doesn’t hurt. We’ll find the joy in every…

Pools of yellow in the sun I plucked you from fathers lands Sap sticky on my childhood hands Gone to seed in a perfect sphere Laughing as you kissed my chin I blew your seeds into the wind