poem is like the cold stone of a vacant building on an empty street at midnight that eerily glows obscure parables  of moonlight  across the vacant lot before the morning  sun was to beat   proclamations of heat like Fata Morgana viewed through a dirty laundromat window  as insurgent shadows           …

Ignorance and vanity Compounded by insanity The various problems Slippery Sliding blithely in would you? You’d never lure a kid into As profligate of friends and neighbors Working double quick at betrayals labors Flush with pique, and monumental vain glorious puffery Then they quickly stickily throw the batter out  with the chicken hearted stuttery, Screeching…

Lies Bald-faced White  Big intent- malicious or benign consequence – serious or trivial benefit – liar or who is being lied to Dinkies word’s use – uncommon, word’s meaning – not well-defined. But according to my grandmother –   concrete   colorless   sizeless intent – innocent consequence –  number of Hail Marys varies benefit…

 (1) Heavy rugged boulders – Fear? – no, never,             Lying on my way, The sight not frightening but pleasing ever.             Obstacles! Never say, (2) My inner light and endowed with patience,              All through sustain me, Failure absolute…

your eyes, a shade of green a wildflower on the meadow a memory at the wind’s edge dancing an angel’s rhythm your eyes hold the night engraved with gleaming stars a romantic moon at midnight casting light on a tranquil lake your eyes, slender as willow leaves hide within a shadowed forest a winged bird…

The reeds took the ship, blue, plastic, listing, to themselves, screened it, showed it one last time. So it became once and for all, a toy. I threw away the rescue stick. And all the while you swam out where cloud met light, your movement smooth and regular as beats in a bar. Small fish…

Listening to the science news this morning,I learn that 1800 Starlink satellites,orbiting above us in the starless day  are beginning to drown out with leakage of transmissions  all the tiny silencesthat have made up, thus far,the giant silence of the universe.  Too many texts and posts and broadcasts.The chatter of AI. All of it out…

This city is impersonal,  yet distinct and immanent,  bleeding in smoke and dust with millions of painted faces  like skittering silverfish around blindfolded, chasing shallow shadows and drab dreams in the widening anemic sunlight. Suffering from amnesia in the fragile moonlight  and the smoky-rocked sky, the city drags itself awake in hallucinations still surviving on…

  Caught out on Morcambe Bay sands Is not a good place to be; bared mud flats Emerging from the estuarial waters On the ebb tide lure unsuspecting Travellers into fatal traps, patches Of quicksand lying in wait, not Visible to the unwary eye… You’d be advised to stay clear Of such perilous ways, or…

Many say love occurs blindly yet I found it when my eyes were open Love isn’t the darkness of which we fear It is the vivid light that we are desperate for. Love is a conspicuous visual to be beholden To see the purity it carries in the soul It is the base for the…