Of the moon I have naught to fear Her silver breath calms me still Upon my lake of glass I ride the placid waves The rhythm that pounds beneath my breastbone Tells the tale of my past Of when the waters did my life spare…

The moon reflected off the lake, My girlfriend and my first time alone together under the night sky, No politics, just peaceful, We parked next to a live oak and sat in her jeep, The Southern air– humid, Light fog rolled in shielding us, A canopy of comfort…

As I lie under the canopy of the silver moon I gaze at its reflection across an ebony lake Knowing that you too see the same reflection across the ocean I am in awe of the glory that love creates When you are so far…

Summer nights at the lake frequently found me asking if I could go to bed early, thus confounding my elders who knew from others the battles waged getting visiting grandchildren in bed but we were studious viewers of the channel 7/12 news with special attention…

Why every summer is there is bloodshed in the streets? We have to go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations. Another birthday to celebrate, as we hug our families extra tight. Just another day in the middle east, east coast, west coast fight.  …

It’s quiet here. I can sleep on this Bed of leaves And sticks And rat turds. It’s not so bad. At least I am alone. Away from the trolls, And pricks, And serpents. I prefer the company Of spiders Beneath this sidewalk shrub.

My year in books is not yet full or even close to a completion But I have had a fair share of different worlds The moon shone bright in Metro 2033 and creatures howled above the ground A lake of emotions stirred in me when…

Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases. With a slime letters weaved with saluva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka and in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing…

I began with a poem about the ideal dreamlike 16th century courtship between Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway, and I end with something more contemporary. Similar dreamy idyllic moments, but completely different realities. How will this story turn out? Read on… My head rests against his breastbone The…

I hope that it will be The best day of your life. That I prepare the best I can, Though I don’t always get it right. That I will strive to do all I need to do, To shape a better world for you, One…