Poetry

Front Street 1918 Women - complained about the cold - people crammed inside one room, sleeping on floors…

Aging Bundles Of Debris Seven - locked in a storm cellar where bulbs hang to dry in damp - darkness of night.…

The Lech Walesa Cool The best thing about Lech Walesa… The best thing about Lech is that he is cool.…

The Stalker I am asleep, I have yet to wake to this world Shadows of the night-now-past rule my mind and soul…

Dedicated To My Mom I’m Your Mother Listen to Me I’m your mother listen to what I tell you to do I’m your…

It is Christmas It is Christmas, o, beautiful, glorious Christmas, It is the season, the beautiful, glorious…

Christmas In Danielsville Christmas Poems Tall snowdrifts like winter mountains, as If arranged by hand…

Quaint and Shoddy On the west corner, where vine and gate intermingle, There’s a quaint yet shoddy house of…

In The Desert The searing morning sun salutes a sultry, emerging breeze wafting through the oasis garden.…

It’s Never Too Late Before it’s too late let them know how you feel Before it’s too late, say what you think…

Of Winter Born Of winter born, a pale child Restless like the rolling wave Surviving, barely, in the wild She…

If Only It Could Happen! Wouldn’t it be great if everyone were nice to each other? Wouldn’t it be great if we…

Blood Lines It wasn't the hair, gauze shirt a zipper down the back but, his voice... so strong - it rattled…

Don't Forget The Ashtrays Open the door. . . let in some air Don't you think that it's kind of stale--in here?…

What More Can I Say What more can I say When the heat turns all a faded gray When the flowers in the vase wilt…