
make sure you
write rite right,
don’t misspell
oar or ore,
don’t mistake
fore for four,
and check your
mail at noon,
and at twenty
to two too

make sure you
write rite right,
don’t misspell
oar or ore,
don’t mistake
fore for four,
and check your
mail at noon,
and at twenty
to two too

at forty below
a cauldron of swirling snow
simmers underfoot
and stars burn fiercely above
yet neither offers me warmth
–photo by me

when day turns into night
and dark defines the light
imagination gladly serves
to commandeer our sight
we might see gory goons
or birthday boy balloons
intense phantasmagoria
or disneyesque cartoons
since all we see rewinds
soon every person finds
there’s consequences to
what we feed our minds


I’m home for the day,
And my cat starts to purr;
She’s so well-behaved
While I’m stroking her fur,
And when I’m out walking,
I still think of her:
She’s stalking and knocking
Down chessmen, I’m sure!

the ore is all gone
it was gone long ago
yet folks lingered on
they had nowhere to go
now even the ghosts
have dissolved in the heat
the only things left
are this side-walk and street
i remember the street
on the fourth of july
we stood on the curb
my best friend and i
with firetruck sirens
and flashing lights on
but it’s history now
the ore is all gone
–photo by me

In the beginning,
When God created
The Heavens and the Earth,
Hydrogen plasma interacted
With the force of gravity
And begat the stars,
And the stars
Begat atoms,
And the atoms
Begat molecules,
And the molecules
Begat living cells,
And the living cells
Begat brains,
And the brains
Begat human minds,
And the human minds
Wondered at the stars,
And God saw
That it was good.

delicious words
be they smooth bones
or voluptuous verbiage
reach out with rippling
fingers to stir the mind
or caress a ruffled soul
delicious words
so juicy and pregnant
with fanciful imagery
evoke sweet nuances
of lost and forgotten
realms of pure magic
delicious words

All is Self

with graceful ease
the melodies
of venus, earth, and mars
dance ever on
the notes upon
a tablature of stars
on distant lands
the marching bands
of jupiter resound
and hearts take wing
when ringlets ring
in saturn’s jeweled crown
the trumpets sound
the drummers pound
great uranus rolls on
and no less grand
is neptune’s stand
a billion miles beyond
amid the swells
faint tinkling bells
add depth that few can hear
for mercury
and pluto flee
all but the chastened ear

One AM, and with pen in hand
I stare thousands of miles
Beyond the flickering
Flames on the logs
As the old fan
Drones on
And on
zzz
Two AM, the flames crackle
And resolve stirs, but my
Stream of thought
Has condensed
To sweat on
My brow
zzz
Three AM, I am lost in limbo
Yet I will not go to bed
Perhaps morning
Light will…
zzzzzz