They say keep your chin up,
they say hold your head high...

(Stanzas in [] refer to the son and those without...
A noise from downstairs...

A straggler hanging
from its naked limbs, golden and brown...

I look to the trees,
begging them...

As I watched from across the bar,
I could see her pain and emptiness within...

A blind man sat with not a care
upon a beaten broken chair...

(On the writing of a poetry assignment entitled...
These black tinged tears pitter...

In a hazy forest of silver tinted fog
I came upon two figures stirring before me...

He said to me, so subtly
no more a whisper than a shout...

Sometimes I lay awake at night
with not a single sheep in sight...