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
Category: photography
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