Sometimes,life opens and you find yourself,maybe for the first time,being carried by the waterdownstream.Years of fighting are over.Years of striving are over.No, this is not…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Category: Poetry
1 The few remaining leaves drift down,the breeze freeing them from the tree,from their source of life, to returnto Earth and find some new fashionthat fits their…
The old barn shivers in autumn air,anticipates winter with its weary bones.Like the crippled old man who lived here before,it has seen all this —…
If, as the sun streams in,and I lay in bed loving my ladywhen a tap-tap-tapping hits my windowand a rap-rap-rapping lands on my door,I would…
She stands there at the door waiting,the one I love so much,her hair a silhouetteagainst the light from inside.She’s waiting. She won’t come out.I step…
Dark clouds gather over the desertbut they refuse to rain.Men plot how to save the nationwith violence and lies.The gathering storm moves onleaving the western…
Snow falls to cover the tracks,hides everywhere I’ve been.No one will know; perhaps not care.First the mouse tracks, then the squirrel.Fox prints disappear, then coyote.Deer…
Every so often,one of them leaves for the hospital.Maybe an ambulance rushes upand the uniformed guardians of lifego mechanically about the business;an old man’s face…
Sometimes you come to a narrow bridge.It’s a log, really, or a thin boardover a raging stream.You step out onto it.All around you, pressing in,is…
Something in the soft silencesoothes the soulful rider;darkness drapes the dew fallen leavesas he slips away into the night.While the trail is clearNo one knows…