Retired! Grass to mow! It’s too hot!I don’t know what I thoughtWhen I promised to finish the lawn!Out of gas! Gotta’ goDrag my ass, take some doughFill this can, so that I can keep on… I am done! Summer’s heatFrom the...

I am afraid it remains the truth,ever since my fraught youth,that I am an agent of the night,a provocateur of the sacred write. Sitting here with quill in hand,on a lifelong quest to understand,the rhythm within every rhyme,within lines thinner...

The seeds that got no reads Gone too soon inscribed upon the tomb like a shrine to our short time in the reason and the rhyme of the season to season kaleidoscope into which we collideIndependent sign into Universal mindSuch a mysterious design So much unknown in this dwelling we call home In this dwelling which we roam Like a poem...