Layers Of Memory
Layers Of Memory You unfold in layers like the sheet, blanket, and comforter wrapped around me. You are a memory, alive from not long ago.…
Of Love, Remembrance
Of Love, Remembrance The smell and feel of sun dried sheets This Earth Mornings with nothing to do Freedom The serene silence of meditation Solitude…
January 6, 2002
Each friend represents a world in us possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is…
A Speck Of StarDust
A Speck Of StarDust I saw in a dream… Last night a speck of stardust fell through my closed eyelid and lodged itself, unmovable, into…
I Want
I Want I want to write more than words that say I love you. I want to write poetry that fills your heart with ecstasy,…
A Serendipitous Occasion
A Serendipitous Occasion You ask where you will lie after your death? Where lie the souls unborn? — Seneca We exchanged our vows between a…
It Doesn’t Matter Who You Love
It Doesn’t Matter Who You Love I was saddened to hear of Rod McKuen's (April 29, 1933 – January 29, 2015) passing a few year…
