Winds

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

       Winds* Whispering winds,how I strain to hear.Are you carrying Truthand Wisdomof the past’s Golden Ages? If I listened with allmy devotionand promised not to tell,could you fill my mindwith dreams of kingsthat struggled and died? Do you...

I Hope That You Moved* (Strong language)

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

   I Hope That You Moved What a fucked up morning.And that is a word I rarely useespecially in print like thisbut the morning isn’t bad;it isn’t terrible;it doesn’t just suck.No.  This one is fucked up. If you don’t like these wordsI’m sorry.But the...

If You Hear the Music

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

If You Hear the Music She said I heard your music last night. I know  I said. It was one of those nights. Nights I don’t need. I kiddingly added Help me. If you hear music from my window and have time, stop by and listen. If I am drinking beer listening to...

What Did the Photographer Say?

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

What Did the Photographer Say? What did the photographer sayto get that smile,that joy that glows in your eyes?That sweet, sweet smile still touches me in the same way,even after all these many years,too many of which you are gone. What did the photographer say?...