I liked it and often used it, yet I gave it away. Then I realized I loved it.   I was moving the fourth time in six years so many damn possessions every object more work. Now there's not enough, Just the knee-deep clutter of Sadland.   The Lucite tray with the...

tranquility in stonedon't make we weep anymoresadness in sorrow for the morrowthe dark in me quiverstrembling with losssacred understanding I am alteredwithin the bleak witheredmy lightshine shrinks in the shadowsthen evolves becoming britghtermy soul loves whollyso it is no...

Dressed as black as lightless night,the stars exist only in your eyes.Penetrative, oval, emerald eyes which see right through me. Your dress, Victorian, with leather strapping which buckles around you. Signifying your social status. At your command, you gracefully slide a...

I send my consciousness to the edge of outer space Looking down upon all of this From a higher place Place of a poet Place of poetry Place above loud- clouds, vapors& whispersPlace to place all thoughts& Cares. Placed there for the there-there. When the bomb falls in a song or psalm and folks tell folks. There-thereThe...