- Dead
- Sunset Horizon
- Prayer
- not in his job-title
- Paths of the Heart
- Meteor
- Artistry
- Intention
- Longing
- in the Fog
- Curves in the Clouds
- FLOWER
- Seaglass Skies
- SAFE
- Sipping Stars
- Retro Red Apron
- Dream Tonight
- Collapsing
- Otherworld
- Seaside Wanderings
- Preview (Review)
- paths of conquest
- Flitting Memory
- Love ME
- Turn On
- Dismissed
- Not in the Cards
- Alternate Reality Together
- I Fantasize. . .
- My Dear Son
- Rudimentary
- Crazy for You
- Bright
- Aches of Missing
- On the Gradual Death of of a Father
- Lady Lust
- a lover’s Dream
- Attention
- Simply
- Red, White & Blue
- Let Me Dream
- Starsign
- Superpower
- Desired Voyeur
- with fantasies we play house in our hearts

Death comes in the winter
When all is grey & white & cold
Whether stealthily or raucously
Gnawing or pouncing
Prowling for entrails
Frigid
Final
Leaving empty beds and empty arms
Reminders of the empty holes
In the long-empty hearts
It’s icy fingers creep along the soul
Waking long-dead musings
…they buried them in the spring…
Yet for him
No grave will be dug
For some winters never End.










Very emotional.
Thank you
Wow, this will just twist your heart out. I love the poem. Very descriptive. It uses the seasons as a subtle simile to circumstance. The artwork is effective as well. It’s a great presentation.
Thank you