She’s A Jack Tar Not A Harpy!
I jumped on the iceberg As directed By the Gods Not sure what to do Next I pushed away from …
I jumped on the iceberg As directed By the Gods Not sure what to do Next I pushed away from …
New Year’s Eve Day At dawn I watch the sun rise The sea has a lid The sun making the …
It seems that Hope is a word misused. Hope cannot come from one man or one woman. Hope comes from …
Decorating Someone else’s tree Alone Again The silence Can be deafening They say And I noticed It getting louder With …
Sad but beautiful eyes Stunningly handsome Pretty Faces Yet so, so melancholy. The table screamed sex And everyone averted their …
There is a new bird song in the morning. Sometimes I think it is a mockingbird but it’s too early …
For the moment I’m embers Smoldering In the fog Leaves Pass over My body I rake Myself up I will …
Every once in a while A sparkler, A flame, Goes off in my brain. Somewhere on the upper Right hand …
It’s a quarter to three.. No, no, no! It’s four in the morning, the end of December.. No, no, no! …
Every morning I tell myself to write because writing has to be a discipline; like painting. You may not want …