Long ago, I heard wailing over the tears of others,missed opportunities to say ‘I love you’…
Mr. Laing was a distant, working neighborLong ago, the snow was so deepHis Metropolitan muffled like…
A Poem of Pain
Tonight I sit and listen to the rainThe world is on fireInside and outMy worldIs on…
It’s not mine alone, for I have seen many juggling it with their attempt at living — the constant choice…
Her divine design dances through the chaos,The fork in the door cannot deter her grace.Her form, a spectral…
Never-everagain,in all the mutationsof this passing worldof things,of noise and empty rancour,will my sonturnhis baby…