This? It's my father's pocket watch.
burnished gold, keeps meticulous time...

Off the coast of Mykonos
among the Greek Isles...

The Poet From Beyond
She quotes Nietzsche as he were her brother...

I lost track of you so many times
that this last one just seemed...

The cat walk was bad enough
but at least it gave me a secure visual...

On moss covered shell
sea gulls peck crustaceans 'til...

Her dog's an angel
with a pit bull gene mixed in...

The lamest of ducks
can inflict a nasty wound...

Soft here,
tastes of...

Waves crest ahead, low and sullen,
but past the breakers the turbulent sea...

You cannot entice me with those luscious
ruby red lips, slightly parted, corners raised...

You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...