A Human Depot, A resting place Full of dignity, history and grace. The monuments Are carefully tended there, Naming who rests where...

Within a fortress prison, A stubborn yeoman sits within the cell That tyranny has chosen For him who would rebel. Of home and wife his...

Moments There were moments full of promise, like the petal-scented rainfall of early spring, when to hold you in my arms and to kiss...

The first soft days of springtime greet my eyes Like a young girl’s face, smiling fresh and clean, The sunlight falls, like hope, from...

On the road to Climax, Georgia, Sunsets streaked a paling yellow, Riding in my car with a handsome fellow. We were driving day and night...

What creature’s frame, entombed in stone, Lies, though marine, in open air? As if it glimpsed the Gorgon’s stare, Hard rock outlines its...

I know why the red rose weeps, Why she hides her tears in dew, As the summer breezes sweep From those seas of peaceful blue, And then...

In dactylic hexameter Turgid the sea as it billows and foams in the face of the tempest. Wind-lifted wave-crests explode into diamonds...

I looked upon the Moon’s face, one evening warm and bright, As near as a silver Matterhorn in the setting Sun alight; That curving height...

If I am your priest Confess to me all, If I am your lover Trust in this fall, If I am your guru Then listen deeply, If I am your friend...

Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and confound you, I found...

Here lies One whose name was writ in water- O Delphic streams washing aged tombs by! A single glance spare when violets cry Near one...

This concludes a third in the series of poems, based on the poet's journey to Niagara Falls. Parts 1 & 2 can be found here. Father...

Again I sit, as I sat long ago, Upon a rock, among the delicate ferns, While all around, the rushing waters flow In violent, impetuous...

Soft, cool Northern Summer morning, You often greet my eyes in pleasant dreams, Old friend, who whispered to me in my youth Of love, or...

In the golden light of the late Spring evening, A boy is dreaming on the backyard swing, Swinging and dreaming, as over the treetops And...

‘Cross all the rise of history The greatest voices spoke to me, Warmed me like fire; I did not reply, But hearing I stood as in their...

My soul is ever so dark, Like the majestic night, In its center my heart, Shines atop milky white. And from an early start, It never had...

12/03/17 Of all ye gods, that crown Olympus high, Who yet remains that man’s not brought to heel? When aircraft daily pierce great Zeus’s...

Who Can Tell a Wave… Who can tell a wave when its run will end? A soldier answers, “None.” How many chances come to flee or stand? Again...