It rained last night, a long steady downpour;
you have always loved the sound it makes...

True Lies (Vingt et Un)
Every poem has a kernel...

Camping in the wild
I was but a child...

Delight spread over
her face as she asked the boy...

If we stroll along a beach made of umber sand
casting sand dollars back into the ebbing tide...

Nothing is ever
exactly what you want but...

Search for the truth and it may break you.
You may think you know the risks only to learn...

Go
goodbye...

I saw your shadow yesterday
blown about the treetops...

795, an Ode to Mom and Dad
If I could turn back the calendar...

She cannot work until the world sleeps
with doors locked, windows shuttered...

Looking back to now
I failed to See the beauty...