• Again I Move

    Again I move, a little pen in a poet’s hand
    inking love poems for a woman he does not know.

    I do not dance for a woman’s sake.... more »

  • Beware The Siren

    Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

    I too, have buried the dead... more »

  • I Have Tried To Hold The Rain

    It’s curious how rain switches slants;
    falling to the left, to the right,
    buffeted by winds unable to halt
    the inevitable descent, the crash,... more »

  • Prisms

    I have never captured moonlight, nor have I
    harnessed suns to counter coming darkness.
    For demons kept at bay by light of day
    only return with black-death of Narbondel.... more »

  • Promise

    On a rock-strewn bank of Buffalo,
    a spinner's cast from Hollow Tree,
    I sit, rod propped on a locust limb,
    pilfered from a beaver's domain... more »