Ulysses, boy

free verse poetry

Time to go with the tides
And leave your cheeks on a bench for gravity, us, miscellaneous…

Mid-May Poetry Newsletter

You guessed it, it’s right about that time of the month.

Poem while Polenta Cooks

Attitudes, spinning endlessly into a space-full empty mind

Everyday is My Happy Birthday

Today, I’m celebrating

Autumn in Melbourne

A poem

I missed them firing up the sky before taking flight

I’M Melomaniac

Always, seem his humming constructs

For Beatrice

A start of a series.

Kvasir

A poem for the Norse god.

My Mother

a poem for Maria.

Half a day past of Mother’s Day

I SLEEP IN THE GARDEN

My heart’s here by settling down at last of hour.