Poetry

When I die I ask that I be buried so that I lie in the heart of that dense black forest at the foot of those…

I drank Modigliani that morning with my eyes, greedily To the last drop of his brushes caught in the frame of my…

There comes a time, when the walls fall down. We see age in the eyes of a friend. We smile.

Some lines for Yevgeny on his departure to parts unknown... Quietly in a cup of hot chai. Besides the swift stream…

'Twas the ninth of September, That day I chose, To ready myself, For one final dangerous road. Just wanted the…

Where does your blood flow? What river gives you its roar?On Inauguration Day... For there is a…

A coven of witches and murder of ravens At the Remington of our last Absolution For the black waves of despair…

What matters - always surfaces - refuses death. A requiem for life - shadow destroyed by light. And in the grip of…

The song drifted in, and the old lament I heard. We lay down and wept, by waters of Babylon

I climbed alone to reach the hilltop, to sing my nonsense song. I climbed alone to reach the hilltop, to sing it…

Two moons do lie off Caledon, hung from a yellow sky. The wind blows cold down the Insit vale, where the Yolon…

I am the meocentric man, I know the earth is flat. I don't give a damn what others think, it's flat, and…

Paddle There are some quaint old adages, I can't quite understand. Some seem most insightful, yet some…

Generations of Women A kick here and there for my mom, my daughters and me, rivalry inscribed from birth to…

Apologies to Tennyson Beyond the tethered sheaves of barley, she sent me and cousin Charley. Beyond where…