Song my mother sang

Song my mother sang

When babe in arms
My mother sang to me

the land of body is tired and needs to rest from entertaining immature tourists

the land of body is tired and needs to rest from entertaining immature tourists

I write of smells, cutaneous sensations, truth. Sometimes the Natural World is a place of rage, power, reprieve, and wonder.

Weather Map

Weather Map

A work of evocative impressionism rooted in reality and history but suffused through the psyche to be dream-like.

Dear G

Dear G

Dear G
You’ve asked me what makes a poet

Hope

Hope

“Hope” is a poem that focuses on dealing with life challenges plus having the faith and belief that things will change for the better.

Marilyn In Miles

Marilyn In Miles

“Marilyn In Miles” is my attempt to process the loss of my stepmother, Marilyn, who died from cancer last summer.

To Cody

To Cody

Reflecting on myths and stories and how they inform how we think about things, with a curiosity about time and how it passes.

This Time of Year

This Time of Year

A reflective piece of poetry, that asks the what-ifs of this life, pondering the duality of life and death and missed opportunities.

Fog

Fog

A poem about disinformation

Please

Please

please do not bleed,
not right now.

I Dreamed I Closed My Eyes Forever

I Dreamed I Closed My Eyes Forever

This is a poem about a dream I really had.

A Second Life

A Second Life

Much will be forgiven those on whom not much has dawned. But let me ask: How could you not see the signs? What with the oceans rising…

We Swamp Creatures

We Swamp Creatures

The joys, or otherwise, of the swamp.

Journal Entry: Germination

Journal Entry: Germination

Inspired by the gift of tomato seeds. Associative and journaling techniques were used to flesh out some kind of meaning.

Cries

Cries

We hear cries of children
Yet to be born

Most Poems

Most Poems

Most poems are pounded out in emotional flesh, sometimes physical skin scalped feelings. It’s a Jesus hanging on a cross a Mary kneeling…

Blue Cotton Candy

Blue Cotton Candy

A reflection and feelings of the effects of the pandemic.