I grow a silent thunder
that poet's release...

I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...

If you see an emerald light
cascading over redwood trees...

Sobering words escape my pen
silence, a writers addiction...

It's a dark night this evening
soothing smiles fill the air...

Madness-
Children are singing...

Why do I write?
A question often asked...

I like to write, while my cigarette burns-
nobody is around...

It helps to listen
as much as it helps to talk...

I can write with a simplistic tone, saying &quot...
Forever and always , ending it with a kiss and a...

Hands ripple
with wrinkles...

I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...