in the dark depths I see your face contorted with ragea coldness confinded by a veneera smile to inviteeyes that implorebut I sense you're on the edgeevoking emotions then walking into the shadowsit's your motion that warns mecalculating your...

In all these scrapbooks:Flowers I have liked.Flowers I have seen.Flowers I desired.Flowers that itched.Flowers that burnt.I wonder what was mine?

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...