Paths, 1978 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
Revolution can be The destructive process Which will begin ending Darkness’ fearful night And show life’s direction Toward cherished paths of Light. (more…)
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METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
After wearily ascending the lighted stair, An unconscious slamming of the opened gate Awakens the dogs to nervously bark At their master’s alien presence; Babbling patronizingly, While already warm and secure Mentally, behind the closed door. (more…)
Moving ever further From the place of her birth The mature planet Earth Soon found herself at home In life’s generating zone (more…)
Angers away Eastward
Floating
Heavy cluttered mind
Baggage cast aside
Lakes mountains trees
Gone Forgotten
Blind traveling folded
Into Saskatchewan sun
Rising over fence lines
Touching blue domed sky
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Dream Fragment 19, 1995 - Second Edition NOW Available
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
I
We began by innocently
Throwing stones and brandishing clubs.
Arrows, spears and slings for the hunt
Soon become swords and catapults;
Armor, moats and castles surround
A fearfully huddled people
That quickly develop methods
To raise levels of violence.
Revenge. Many lives for a life
Accelerates the race toward death.
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METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
At last! Blue sky on the horizon,
Or is it another approaching storm?
It’s getting harder and harder to tell.
Is that snow drifting,
Or cherry blossoms carried
In the wind of life’s passing?
And who really knows if it’s winter,
Spring, summer or fall?
All substance seems forever lost
In these short notes seldom written;
And once more, out of touch,
Lost in, or out of time,
This reflection takes a deep breath
And gathers the strength to continue
Its purgatorial existence
As merely a shadow of itself.
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METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
The dead carcass that recently washed ashore Has been curiously gawked at from afar, Repulsively hovered over and stick-poked By clutching lovers and beachcombers alike. Each successive high tide pushes it further, To ultimately rest in odoriferous decay On river washed and surf polished stones For the seagulls, crows and various insects To greedily pick at in ceremonial feast. (more…)