A Day in the Woods

Fiction — short story

She Gifts Him Karma

And then turns and walks away

Hey Brutus You Got it Right About Not Looking to Our Stars But Ouselves

Poetry

One Night

Poetry

All I need is one night
to fly
with grace
for the sky 
to embrace
to see those stars in outer space
they…

When I Call

Poetry

As I talk to her,
I like to think of
our paperback copy
of Thomas More’s
Utopia sitting

My Dream Used To Run From Me

But it managed to come back