METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Do we sink, swim Or endlessly tread water? This seesaw life of constant choice Must yield to the Balance within If Existence is to continue.(more…)
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
Tomorrow—a new day To be dealt with as we will. A new life’s door is before us, Yet we open yesterdoor Without thought In the habit of our ways.(more…)
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
Dream Fragment 19, 1995 - Second Edition NOW Available
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
IX
Modern day Luddite warriors,
Fight not for the jobs you have lost.
Tune out, unplug, and awaken
From the techutopian dream
To join battle late in the day
For the Soul of Humanity.
(more…)
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
As long as
We keep telling
Ourselves
Love and Compassion
Are idealistic—
They will remain such.
(more…) We have returned to the crossroads Only to find all signs point Home Again the choice is ours to make Of hoping the Child is stillborn Further delaying our journey As we spin faster and faster On the merry-go-round of life (more…)
Paths, 1978 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
The differences appear To dismember oneness, And soon all worth is Me, The love of our neighbor Degenerates to greed And hateful jealousy. (more…)
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…)