
I feel the full moon pull Longing for you Aches of the heart Muscles that no…

Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and…

A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by…

Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather…

The photograph by Jessica Sartini of two crows inspired this poem and another I will publish…

Empty park Pigeons chattering What do they say? Are they concerned it’s empty Or do they…

I was reading “The Portable Jack Kerouac” and stumbled upon his “western haikus” (he kept to…

An empty sadness filled the train station Maybe the gray clouds filled their souls With a…

I bow to the divine in you I bow to the spirit in you. To the…

And the thoughts… They invade like locusts on a warm summer night Stopping me in my…
an overwhelming sadness thoughts of letting go letting go of this earthly bond letting go of…
pleasure in pain pain in pleasure love in lust lust in love a freeing touch a…
Looking in the mirror, I see a stranger. She looks like me, she talks like me.…
You were covered in lies. Lies I wanted to hear. Lies of the heart. Each word,…
Hear me out please Just for a moment That’s all I ask You say no one…