She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

One day while out in his wheelchai… He heard a person say something th… The comment that was said was, oh… He has a bad life because he can’t… Now that’s not entirely true, he’s…

Big as the proverbial bull he blun… His way through fragments and shar… Insect-like things too delicate an… His complete understanding; While the fire reaches out past th…

A star named Nicholas hangs in th… See it brightly floating by. Tiny light high up above. A reflection of your family’s love… Twinkle, twinkle through the night…

Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

He wondered her in all her moods And in her sweetest hour When first the icy snow would melt And wake the waiting flower. She covered him in the heat of noo…

Kokopelli, Kokopelli, far-off cal… Silver notes like star-shine falli… Warm as honey, warm as semen, midn… Silver strands into her dreaming. Hard-lived in days of turquoise sk…

A single red rose for you her son Because you’re one today And her heart you still hold, with… As if you were never taken away. She guesses she’s really selfish

The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…

Morning air lingers on the tree... Leaves poised as sails, to catch t… Ground fog stirs, with cattle lowi… Porch dog stands, with nostrils bl… Summer days begin: humid... hot

Sallie, you never held her In the warmth of your arms. Sallie, you never smiled And cooed at her. Sallie, she never gazed into

As a petal of a flower floats in t… They wonder where it is going, and… It has its own special destiny, Its own special future. But where it ends up,

“Change? Got any spare change? 10, 35, 40, 90, A dollar and 50 ce… Not bad, sometimes I get more, bu… Hey, who’s that? He looks weak an… Maybe I could help him. I’ll see…

Does anybody know she’s here? Does anybody care? Somebody must remember her. Somebody, somewhere! She’s been shackled in a bamboo ca…