poetry

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

“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?

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

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

Enmeshed in the mire We often forget That we are made Of the stuff of stars

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 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 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

Sitting in patio chairs Watching reflectively As robins catch Their wormy prey   Remembering the times He taught me to ride my bike or play… Read More »Steel Bonds