is living well

I almost chose not to share this poem due to the potential of being misunderstood. Of course, that’s art. Interpretation … More

Losing Love

My lover, my moon, my muse inspires me with her passion for our love. Her empathy and ability to connect … More

In the morning, I hold my lover and whisper these things . . .

Written for my grandson’s second birthday. I did not take the photo.

This is a poem I wrote long ago, but never had a photo I liked to go with it. This … More