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.

comes around

comes around

From parts unknown poetry appears.

Anti-Catharsis 2.0

Anti-Catharsis 2.0

Prickly rains drench Mother Courage as she pulls her wagon in Central Park.

If Love Turns to Hate … Socks Knocked Off, Gloves Peeled Off

If Love Turns to Hate … Socks Knocked Off, Gloves Peeled Off

When Love becomes silent cold war … Is it Hate? Is it Dependency or is it fear of changes? Deception seems to be the winner.

Spring

Spring

Spring is an introspective poem reflecting on personal growth throughout the changing of seasons.

disseverance

disseverance

When the inevitably right thing happens – and doesn’t.

Smile at today’s sun as it goes down

Smile at today’s sun as it goes down

Maybe if they knew of my hardships
They would go easier on me

Promise

Promise

A real story about two people who trusted each other and kept promises but the male in the relationship screwed the female over.

About My Sister Not Understanding Poetry

About My Sister Not Understanding Poetry

Everyone doesn’t “get” poetry. It’s okay that people don’t “get it.” There are things in their own lives I don’t understand.

Poem To The Unconvinced

Poem To The Unconvinced

Poem about truth and lies and how they beg to differ.

Inferno’s Frozen Circle

Inferno’s Frozen Circle

This is a poem written to commemorate the 700th anniversary of the death of Dante (2021).

The World is Broken

The World is Broken

The increasing gun violence in America and the world. Teenagers with guns shooting other children.

Cut

Cut

My work is from a manuscript called “What the Sun Thought,” which I wrote several years ago.