Dear God. What I see and hear caught up in the maze called modern civilization, are dreams created for mankind by man himself. They are suspended between two worlds and torn apart by ...

Harps of soft velvet and cushioned… of scarlet sunrises and ambrosial… a soft stroking with fingers dippe… the proper ingredients in a euphon… of beauty and its embodiment in po…

‘Tis finished but not finished, settled but not settled, stretching upon miles of shifting… a breaking down for a rebuilding, of plateaus reached

Poor old Fred: He was born on February 29, 1956, but he’s only 17 years old. He’s a teenage old geezer he is. Feb 29th only comes up every 4 years, but he has been alive for 68 years. H...

Take a deep breath. Forget your anxieties. Lie still and hear the silence. Listen to the rhythm of the birds. Make up songs to sing with them.

Poetry Gods that live above me, that come down to lecture me in the early AM dressed in robes with their scepters and pointers, their blackboards, rods and staffs…

Story in the Dawn In yonder skies at break of day, when the canopies are parted, when stories come into view, their brightly colored pages

Truth be known through revealing eyes, courier of secrets stashed away, written on nervous script, confessors of the facts

The Duty Poets and musicians, chosen from t… Where voices cannot be heard for e… With pen in hand and minds open wi… They listen from morn’ til eventid…

As butterflies change form from a caterpillar to a butterfly in a metamorphic manner, smiles change to accommodate the circumstances in a mental, obligatory manner. At birth, the infant...

Herman Glutman of large proportio… laying in a pile of pies’n fortune… reaching for his dinner at half pa… with his belly hang’n out and feet… A man with his hand in the handy h…

A Prelude to Love I can see your dancing eyes They tell me about the passion of… They are forever deep and mysterio… Beautiful, perilous, like the