it's the quiet times that find me thinking of youin the stillness of the night and I am alone with my thoughtscaress a notion, I need youmy thoughts touched deeply, you stimulate memy mind cannot deny what my heart...

Close your eyes…These eyelids are dual anchorssinking shut in a tear rippled sea. where do we go from here?journeying on,following your soul’sfour cornered compass to heaven

On a day that wasfraughtwith anxiety and anger,I sailed onto theother side.The two pens thatblew up in my handforeshadowed theprolific writingstreak to come.Six poems today,a personal best.Bukowski would beproud.He might evenwonderHow I did it withoutwhoresbooze andcigarettes.It was easy.I had...

Coming storm, I am! Drifting, distant, dampness of rain from afar soddens your lips.    Closer, the storm carries in gentle arms of swift winds, each drop of tear-showers. 

Still anchor, sunk, in tear rippled sea.