Dear sweet museI sprinkle you more than blueso go aheadeat the colorssea the breeze…
Speeding along on a runaway horseGrasping at whipping reigns Slipping from desperate hands Furtively imagining my last best courseAnd the…
“Look, further on ahead, therebetween…
I am inspired by nothing — the real and absolute Nothing. It’s the search…
In your twisted EdenI am your loyal sinner.Prostrate at your feetI watch as serpents drip from…
I love to write about the sky and the many moons buried in the clouds.
raindrops always leave a poem on the pagethe ink spills quietly.