Poetry ⁽⁸⁾

November heat - I walkedin a park - acres of grassburnt brown by the Autumn sunflattened by an early snowsurrounded…

So many walks in the rain, tears and coffee sipped from a torn Timmy's cup the ultimate blend of pleasure…

3000 miles - 10,000 days, or more, beyond the mountains, an ocean scent of canvas wafts past the drifts and…

2 floors up,  above the swirling littered dreams,  I watched… eyes red.  He came,  shuffling, head down,  gnarled bony hands hung loose.  A ravaged fedora perched,  on bleached white straw.  I stepped outside myself and stared,  feeling his age and pain.  And for a moment forgot my own,  began to smile,  realizing as he passed,  he was whistling…  ©1998  (New Dawn Master Poet Award Winner – 1998)

Starlight twinkles, playing between the clouds, he stands and listens to the hiss of aurora, spreading fanlike overhead, and…

it hits you funny, sometimes, death, like a sledgehammer made out of putty wielded by a midget with spasticity as…

Salt taste, rippling across my tongue, rolling black pebbles bursting at the edge symbolic life to slake my thirsty palette…

running away from what I never knew the boogie man under the stairs or perhaps just another under cooked pizza…