METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
A death has been knocking at the door, But I refuse to listen and only ignore; For Destiny is worth keeping These two feet terra firmly seeking To extend the never ending Dream Beyond personal reality.(more…)
METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Welcome the Divine Physicians, Freely offering their healing powers By pouring Gold Rejuvenating Liquid Into and on this physical vehicle.(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…)
The SPDP membership Drive by shouting is requesting Your generous contributions To begin staff planning meetings For the next Fall Semester. (more…)
Inside a dream
Images and faces
Melt into Oneness
Sunrise touches the lake
Shadows disappear
The mountains admire
Their own reflection
While nasturtiums slow dance
To silent and soft breezes
(more…) Amber arguments ask answers Before blue bereaving berets Can change certain colored candles Dripping down diners delivering Exotic erotic earthly eggrolls For foreign film fanatics Growing gangrenous garden grapes Heavenly helping homemakers Identify icy islands (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.
I want to taste your love As together we become one In the warmth and security Of each other’s arms and bodies. While two days will be eternal to us We shall experience all in total. All will end, but only in time’s scope, For it will remain forever in our hearts And minds as we pass beyond time.(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.
The time has been reached, The limit surpassed, For the games of old Reoccur at last. You try so hard, Though you’ve failed before To bridge the stream And open the door. (more…)
Another wave washes The Hippo clean Of perching shore birds Overhead the seasonal wave Of migrating ducks and geese Struggle to reorganize Their disintegrating formations In the erratic April breezes (more…)