For Sophie Scholl

A Poem

Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go… What does my death matter, if through us…

I am a forest

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses…

An Ill Wind

Naming and blaming

There is an ill wind blowing and this is for sure
With a rise in populism and…

Paint Her Gray

A poem about Melania

Twenty Nineteen

North Korea nuke talks stalled Southern borders loosely walled

quietude.

Whistling winds of a starry night
Seduce a naked tree
In the calm before a storm;
To fall in love with the euphony
Of a winter’s birdsong…

to crickets

A poem for Meg and the power of Resistance Poetry

Dreamer Of Dreams

In sleep’s dark comfort

stolen smiles

when heaven burns

It’s not always the tears that measure the pain…