……….Home A southern marsh, all green and brown Is the place we call our own Our first, most restful home. Here we were hatched,fledged and taught Here we sported, played, mock-fought With other nestlings. Wingtip to wingtip we filled the sky Exulting as we learned…

I slap a slice between slices of bread They call me unrefined, ill-bred. There are, I know, three kinds of cheese, The spread, the ‘sprinkle-on-pizza-piece’ Or the slice, as i said before, But you tell me of hundreds more?! Sourced from cows or sheep, mellowed,…

I know its Sunday, but the hours will mot keep Don’t waste this day in unfeeling sleep. There’s so much to do, much to see Birds building nests, although the trees Stand undressed in the yard. On weekdays you have jobs to do This morning,…

I stride freely, swing my arms high, Breathe deeply, wave at Orion in the sky. The road is clean and clear, no traffic snarls No blaring horns, only a barn owl’s calls. The dust has dettled, the smog is gone, The beribboned roads lead me…

I am fluid, adapting, changing, Between the shores of life and death, Restless, birthing waves, eroding Cliffs, slowly grinding stone to sand. I have deep depths where you may find Fantastic fish of every kind. I play in the shallows, i ride the white foam…

More than a fish, I’m an idea, a dream, You think I’m a salmon swimming upstream. I’ve swallowed the bait of your gauzy flies, A mesh surrounds me: all your false lies. You’ve woven this net, but you cannot kill My memories of the Gulf…

I flex the muscles of my mind To stretch back, reach out, try to find Why I suddenly recall a summer day When all around is a gloomy grey. Laburnum in a vase, a fresh fruit platter, Picnic by the pool, laughing and chatter, Are…

Dark street at night, a circle of light, An arch like nothing I’d seen before, Was it a portal, a wormhole door Leading to somewhere else in the cosmos? I froze. I did not think to run away I was seized in the grip of…

There was no bypassing or avoiding her- This black, forbidding, shadowed figure, She stood at the end of my narrow road, Her arms outstretched, her dark head bowed. I could not deviate, turn aside, I had no precedent and nobody to guide Or introduce me,…

White-veined blue petals, a loving heart, Is this nature, or is it art? Flower pressed inside a book Evokes a loving look– Of a love that’s lost Of years long past Was it you Who wore Blue?