The Howling Owl

Giving it our best shot

The Howling Owl (Revised on June 18, 2024)

“A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” Percy Bysshe Shelley

A poem

Love blinds Pain

Face it, worry can cross the barrier from consciousness into sleep and leave lines of lasting impressions.

Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free

A Poem of Fate & Demise

Notes From the Pizza Bar

Releasing of the chaotic world

“Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing.”…

The Struggle of One Voice : Echoing the Silence of Many

She floats through the quiet hours of dusk

The poem of an ordinary

And with the slamming shut of the door, Michael stands and stares as he already knows how what follows will unfold.

money money money

Every moment disappearing even while I live it

My declaration of independence as a poet.

Differences making all the difference

Free verse