The Uncertainty Of Evening

A life spent learning what I’m not.

Inheritance

for my sons, Matthew and Richard

Legacy

Submissions to Other Voices and Play It Again, Sam

Some Enchanted Evening

Let be be finale of seem.

Caducity: Ashes Cannot Return To Wood.

I am too old
to learn to speak
in any other voice
than my own.

Hands, and Streets, and Memories

I remember how
You used to hold my hand when
We walked along our street.

Self Love

Sometimes You Just Know

A Poem

Portal

Le poème n’est pas moi…

A real poem
makes you want
to open the door
to that voice,
let it in,
hear it
over again,
like…

Quest

Rien ne va arrêter ma quête pour te trouver…

God seeks the Seeker.