By They Pass

By they pass, I see them not I stand, alone, unwelcomed their world, their cliques are foreign soil Liberated by… Read more By They Pass

Lagos Secretos

It floats on misty lakes that trees possess like jealous lovers, raining dying leaves like spent, dripping, leftover love. Blue… Read more Lagos Secretos

Take His Hand

This is one of my oldest poems. I wrote it in my early 20s. I figured I’d throw it out… Read more Take His Hand

she brought me february

she brought me february skin of snow and fire i heard the moon dancing joyful of july’s promises of me… Read more she brought me february

no place like home

Scribbles in his padhabitually making listscaptures the importantnews of the day Looked for workthat wasn’t therefound a place –almost indoors… Read more no place like home

If I Lose My Grip

If I lose my grip, will you hold onto me, baby? Suppose I slide beneath the waves of your placid… Read more If I Lose My Grip

If I Could Mount Your Love

If I could mount your love on display for the world to see they would marvel at your tender strength… Read more If I Could Mount Your Love

I Promise

I swear to fly you south, my sweet to have some fairy play and smooch your chubby chipmunk cheeks I’ll… Read more I Promise

Death Toll

City night is calling, to one who never sleeps It sounds o’er treetops; sirens blow Another mother weeps Empty arms… Read more Death Toll

Woman

Up there, somewhere beyond what is – that place where tomorrow breaches the stillness of despair – softly, she dares… Read more Woman