Poetry

Cement Mountain - parking lot, homes from - eighteen fifty five

A Sunflower
 every hour
 smiles brightly on the world

He Swore to kill The Inside devil And fill His heart with illimitable Love for his people

The information matrix in emergent interface, Open path access points and

Dragona Locomortum! Upon the clouds she flies. Frangelic voices, scream out in praise

This House Clouds are weeping at my door, puddles tearfully trickle in moonlight falls, whisper thin.…

A kick here and there for my Mom, my daughters and me. Rivalry inscribed from birth to grave Sweet…

She can smell the aroma of vanilla and see a bearded man’s pipe. . . until next Friday

Pen vs Gun They Proposed the choice Gun that fights Or Pen that writes I elected Pen, for I had the voice…

Gray Winter Season Gray is the season that withers blossoms dulled by satin frost how they sadly fall cruel…

A prose poem telling the story of a young man who grew into a monster

Heart Wall We walk in our garden like monks in meditation. Hearts beating together like plucked harp strings,…

A torrent of time passes beyond walls, spilling over into life as we know it

Take Me Away It's torturous, My champion comes out of dreams And takes me away From this callous prison…