Poem

The Jester The king called for the jester, but the jester was no fool, he knew there might be trouble, for…

Now let twilight sound the knell, for a day I've lived, and loved so well

Gentle come the morning mist, gentle come the day

I set out to catch a whale. Teacup for barquentine, napkin for a sail

A Breeze of Crumbs The green grid of greed With its razor-sharp bars Slices the humanity's substance A…

Hope for Thrush Comes the morning, thrush will call, from brambled hedge, or garden wall. Sing he must, and…

When a horse is on his knee don't shoot him till he stands
, one so proud

Lights flicker at sea against a black stained sky. Minutes before a sky of blue

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

A Sunflower
 every hour
 smiles brightly on the world