Nothingness...there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed...

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh...

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield

Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish....

Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime...

If a black black cat crosses your path, it suggests that the animal is going somewhere.

America has not always been kind to its artists and scholars. Somehow the scientists always seem to get the penthouse while the arts and humanities get the basement.

It has been very truly said that the mob has many heads, but no brains.

Your responsibility as a father and a husband transcends any other interest in life.

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.

Thou shalt not offend against the notions of thy neighbor.

Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

I want to be heavily tied to a city that I write for every week, that knows my stuff and I can interact with.

I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.