Poems

June 18th, 2019

she was never asleep but the others all were

it was best not to awaken them, frighten them…


April 22nd, 2019

our little blue home with puff cotton clouds and seas deep and mysterious…


April 17th, 2019

it doesn’t have a start or an end to claim…

yet there is never enough…


April 15th, 2019

I lost track of time

The world became a blur…


April 4th, 2019

perhaps it’s only through the fits of my dreams at night

that observation of all my reverberating convictions and deepest desires can be had


March 7th, 2019

She was very found of the birds and the way their wings would take them


March 4th, 2019

ruminations constantly swirling… a literary companion in hand