Poetic Prose

Morning Love Will there be Love tomorrow? Any political conversations a little bit more genuine,…

Autumn Mortality Autumn is the time of the dying leaf I watch one waft gracefully down to the surface of a…

Path of Journey As we know by cosmic quantum nothing is new or old in revelation freshness smacks of…

Shorty is boss He pushes around They move out of the way Not by choice. Shorty is the shortest but the…

A Budding Rose  If only I could back time, When I was young, sexy and selfish, Living like Spring, rising…

Sparktacular essence, Trapped in the rain, Filled with light, Yet filled with disdain. Sparktacular…

What If... What if actuaries would say: There’s no time to delay Doing what you should do In the time…

ANGEL PASSING Before the bible When man was at birth The angels walked the earth. They took Enoch and…

A Colourless Mind Your hair is blond your skin is white your blood is red your oriental eyes suck in the…

Bucket List: What nonsense. Really. We are going around in our sunset years with a tin pail into which we are…