[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My date-night turned out empty,As rain came tumbling down,‘Twas a flash of lightning,‘Mid the thunder sound. The city road has ended,Into a trail of gravel,Its lights dim so slowly,Across the path I travel. Tall phone poles are...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Sheep give such a plaintive cry,‘Tho it’s part of their guise,Again, I respond with a sigh,No wolves here as stealthy spies. A shepherd must be discerning,Conscious, alert, always aware,Protective, paternal with senses burning,For this calling—a herder’s affair....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am controlled by gossamer strings,Puzzling questions make the call,Odd inquiries are part of my dance,At the conclusion, my soul may fall. But I hear talk like a distant rhythm,Some old answers we kick about,Destiny’s goal seems...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Is the human touch the Anthropocene age?Human progress (supposedly) on the march,Passing on to the new stage,A sift of view, with lots of starch. So much of Earth has man’s scar,Intense in times of revolution,Industry has carried...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Rest, indeed, a moment for me,Silence falls upon the rush,As if I meditate beneath the Bo tree,Nature encourages such a hush. The old sense, the olfactory, the smell,The most primitive in the brain,Recalling ancestors’ stories to tell,The...