Smok, Smok

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

                Smok, Smok I don’t know how to spell those words, But I know how they sound. They sound like a crazy man On a black and white television set. A crazy man who wore a silly hat, Played the piano, sang, and...

Late Night Phone Calls*

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

                                                 Late Night Phone Calls The baby came crawling to me tonight Saying “Da, Da” With...

Watching, Too

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

                         WATCHING, TOO I looked for you In the eyes of every girl I saw today Some eyes shined bright But not like yours I listened, too For your voice I know it well Though I’ve...

The Memorial

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

The Memorial Could it have been a dream? Brought back by this wall of black granite Towering above, Stretching beyond To blend with the falling mist. Black to gray to black. In stark silence that belies the violence implied Of these thousands of young lives, Of the...

Dream Dragons II

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

         Dream Dragons II There are dragons that sit hidden In the gauzy haze of dreams we weave Their eyes gleam and would give them away But for the sparkling vision of dreams They wait patiently, breathing softly And emitting light tendrils...

The Collector

by | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry

              The Collector I am a collector Of the past Of various things that strike my fancy Or touch me in a special way. I have my cups From when I was a boy. Cups with Hopalong Cassidy Written on the side. There are books,...