• For My Friend

    A mother's anguished sobs
    Echo in the early morning
    Wretched cries of sorrow borne
    For the young life torn... more »

  • Mediocrity

    Stuck moving in this heaving mass
    Poked along like cattle by some
    Unseen slaughterhouse lackey
    I am being smothered by my own breath... more »

  • The Beach

    Shining sun warms my face
    Sunny sandy sacred place
    I am energized... more »