FIVE - New, First Edition NOW Available
Loons softly paddling Under a mostly full moon Begin mimicking The boisterous blathering Of the inebriated(more…)
METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
We must never forsake our Dreams For they will find Reality The moment we begin living In Harmony with Destiny.(more…)
FIVE - New, First Edition NOW Available
The pendulum swings Life to death to life to death Over and over Until one becomes the stillness At the center of the wheel(more…)
While watching for signs that confirm The birthing process has begun Those who chose to return again For personal transformation Soon remember their commitment To not only be a witness During the coming transition But also to be of assistance To any and all on the Way Out of the dark Into the Light (more…)
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
Tumbling into the previously impenetrable past, We grope for the tables and chairs and faces That for years have cluttered our darkened stage. The continuous repeating of remembered lines Finally begins to clear the distorting haze, And with the glaring footlights rise All remaining shadows quickly dissolve Into the emerging childhood scenes. (more…)
Leaping Blindly falling
Inside darkness Floating
Fear consumes
And finally subsides
As time slows toward stop
(more…)
Dream Fragment 19, 1995 - Second Edition NOW Available
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
I have awaited the moment When you honestly thought of Living And not dying before your time. That this idea bloomed in winter With no trace of snow on the ground, Or small patches of blue sky seen Through the purgatorial grey, Is the bold action possible Only when days become windows. (more…)