poetry

We look back on those disappointing dissipated days Pale pursuits pockmarked with malaise Full of fictional figments Frail and feeble...

You’re my Lite-Brite on the shortest day Each plastic peg punching through the darkness Filling with color as the light...

Severity bleeds into serenity As creativity is released from my own enmity My edges dull as life seeps back into...

(The Doors of Perception and Deception) I sometimes walk through the doors to demons I stand firm and look them...

I am a glowing red complement to my fuel A necessary gift to renewal Water, Earth, and Air are my...

Peace pervades my essence as the cool night soothes my soul Life is good in a way that purely makes...