Poems

The Last Swim?

A Summer Memory He escorted her down the brief incline of small rocks The sun shone upon her now weathered arms, And though her footing...

The Return

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

Coastal Chorus

Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their...

In Gratitude Of The Last Piece

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

The Naked Truth

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

In A Blink Of An Eye

Resting in the moment is easy on a sun drenched day with marshmallow clouds dancing playfully. I witnessed two such clouds pausing...

What Do You Hold Sacred?

What do you hold sacred what brings you home, pulling you gently allowing for the pause the moment of silence, that space where you bow...