[tabby title="Poem"] I've been counting the days,like a prisoner in a cellscratching hash marks on the wall. I've been wondering what's out there,imagining all sorts of things,and my mind has run away. My mind left mebefore I even had a...

[tabby title="Poem"] You have nothing to blame but circumstancefor taking this path into the woodsand over a twilight bridge that spansthe abyss between the flesh and the blood. And what did you see when you lingered there,not knowing how things...

[tabby title="Poem"] “The dove of love fell off the perch.” John Prine I surrender—hold your fire,I come in peace! The bullets drop in the thin air,the storm clouds dissipate,and the sun! the sun! beams the glory of the day. Victory...

[tabby title="Poem"] In the bowels of the earththe only light I seeis the vision that shinesin the dark heart of me. Dark, but not blind---for I crawl to it nowlike a goldminer trappedwhen the shaft crashes down. These bowels will...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I live in a glass house.When I leave home, I cannot see--everything is a blur. Dependent on my fixity,I yearn for the great beyond.I have wings to fly away. Seeking gardens of delight,fluttering flower to flower--such is...