POETRY
I've always been a fan of Langston Hughes who captures so much emotion and so few words. Stumbled over Robert...
Shattered. Pieces scattered. fragments strewn. Devastated. Yet gather the remains handle with hope, and persevere. Reassemble a facsimile of...
Poetry in three lines A drop of water no longer fears the heights rain drops A thundercloud darkens nature's brow,...
They left us, their classmates, family and friends, to serve in their behalf They were patriots, heroes now fallen. Their...
Each brilliant summer day must fade its color leached into evening shade. Horizons edge obscured by the days’ struggle to...
Standing, centuries-old observing, stories untold, of men walking by. As their moment fades by the changing sky. I will remain...
YOU ARE ARCHITECTURE Imposing your will on light and space you need not hide your bones enclosing your space intended....
Uninvited winter gloom now goes leaving behind spring’s green glows warmed by sun tempting me to run away to view...
