Winters Gaze

shimmering glass marred and muddled reflections of precise crystals;      soft down blankets of warmth filled with smiles and laughter. February 2010, for Poetry, in the style of Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro

Profound

In a world of contradictions we speak within boxes sitting table high we think the cages of humanity on the brink of destruction our feelings and emotions bound to leak our morals and ethics and yet still, we fight through the suicidal, comical humor toward some other end on and Read more…

Imagism

Waving fabric hands against a snowy sea of grey;      starlit jewels piercing the evening sky. February 2010, for Poetry, in the style of Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro

Wishing

The world turns and the wind blows I watch my life drive on and on the sun rises and the rooster crows A new dawn that I face ahead the stars shine the moon glows A love I never realized the seas crash the volcanoes blow Until I killed it Read more…

Wilderness

Each day we wake here and there, to all places that catch our minds, listening to the wilderness. We talk to it and stand in awe of what it seems to mean to us. The bustling people and speeding cars. This is the wilderness, calling us all. Unknown Date