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…
Alchemy Of Love
Alchemy Of Love "You write a lot about 'Love'," a friend recently commented. "I do," was my response. "Why?" "I write about love because it…
One Word
One Word But above all, the poet, is he who names things... And that's the poet's mission, profound and sacred communication. And another word for…
The Grace Of Small Gestures
The Grace Of Small Gestures I was surprised and angry a few weeks ago when I read an interview conducted by Nina Utne with Stephen…
