Wind and Flowers
The breath of the wind on the back of my neck Sends a shiver down my spine Reminds me of a kiss on a dock… Read More »Wind and Flowers
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Why Do You Like Music?
“Why do you like music?” they sometimes say. I respond, “Oh, let me count the ways…” It touches my heart Brings a tear to my… Read More »Why Do You Like Music?
Sometimes I Feel
And sometimes I feel, I feel so strongly and with such honesty openness rawness that I apologize. But for what do I apologize? Don’t I… Read More »Sometimes I Feel
Recognition
You say you are an open book But I’ve read a book or two. And I recognize that smile of yours Though you pretend that… Read More »Recognition
The Stuff of Stars
Enmeshed in the mire We often forget That we are made Of the stuff of stars
Dad’s Mosaic
Dad was in a band when I was a kid and played drums. He put his nickname on his bass drum at one point, so… Read More »Dad’s Mosaic
Her Death Becomes Me
A lonely shot in the dark A grave call in the night Her death brought the beginning A change in a life In our world… Read More »Her Death Becomes Me
The Fight
The battle starts at nothing, for nothing. Your words are deflected By my efficient shield As daggers and swords Stream from my mouth, Finding weakness… Read More »The Fight
Rainbows
Rainbows are not made by god, Or by refraction through tiny water droplets. They are made by matronly women With busy knitting needles And kind… Read More »Rainbows