The Choice is always Yours

A Poem

Slip. Slide. Bounce. Wait. Hide.

A poem about a morning commute

Homeless in homeland 

My attempt at poetry

Christmas lights glow a street quiet and calm

He stares at the lines in his rough palm

Made tough by climbing the ropes of life

Dear

A letter not sent.

Rain soaks our bedsheets for the last time 
before a white blanket is finally laid upon them…

Youth, gone.

memories of a mostly forgotten summer

Writing and Living!!!

…when I just keep wandering!

Starlike Rain

Spirit

Breathe

expand, extend

grow yourself

outwards and upwards.

Reach

beyond the visible lines

Ode to And

We are so much more.

Don’t accept dichotomies,
Mutually exclusive halves,
Jointly exhaustive…

Tones of Silence

The whiteness of the frozen cold

over the lake,

expands the gaze.

And silence can be heard

in the vastness of space.

Sail Free

For My Son’s…

Sail true,
My wayward son,
Sail free …
On the waves of destiny.