Jupiter Rising

I haven’t written a poem that intentionally rhymes since High School. I find that convention tends to be too restrictive … More

happy to be

2020

Being

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A Number Less Than Yesterday

My Father’s Hands

I seldom write long poems. To be more truthful, I write long poems, then whittle them down to their essence … More

Whisper

This is an older poem that I thought I had lost, but it whispered to me until I found it.

Empty Room

My Shadow

Two days before Christmas, my beautiful and beloved cat died. She came into my life when she was three and … More