For those afraid of heights Don’t you know that you are never promoted to the bottom floor. Don’t you want more Breath in deep and jump with all of your might Don’t you know that you will never have more than the things for which…

You set me Free through your thick black ink pouring through your golden tip We have seen the world together, you and I, Through 26 letters You have never let me down or high or run dry I plan to keep you locked in between my…

Brought to a lake six-thousand-feet up in the Colorado Rockies forty years have passed and I wonder if it is the altitude or the view repossessing my breath have found us goat-like on the move, jumping from rock-to-rock tempting foot-soaking fate or worse I would…

High above the city With my face pressed against the glass I watched the lights dance with the people, looking like rhythmical black specs jockeying for position on the gray pavement blew

‘Round and ‘round the hatred goes by day in the classroom, at night on the news how or why it starts, nobody ever knows even when it’s personal, haters seem confused   by day in the classroom, at night on the news verbally, physically, my…

You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.

i want to taste the air that you have been breathing while we were meshed, tangled, and sweaty my fondest memory on that blue and white checkered couch when I felt all of you slide into all of me and those hours slipped away nothing…