The Lil’ Girl

There's no talk of fairies here, my dear. Or of imaginary friends you seem to dream. There's no flights of fancy or pretend tea time. Dolls sitting encircled about you enraptured by your words. For heaven's sake! What are you, four? Thunder claps and she jumps as lightning flashes under her cracked door. She's crouched … Continue reading The Lil’ Girl


I gazed through the open window~Searching, longing, looking~But can't find the trees today I played with light yesterday~fading in and out of shadows~But can't find the light today I gauged his laughing sounds and mouth~Saving the memory of his face~I can't find the laughter now You there, reading my private thoughts~Invasive and intrusive~Demanding a conclusion … Continue reading See?


A poet is born not taught A person either has it or not Poetry cannot be learned-only sought The burden formed in the soul Burns from the depths of Sheol Wanting to come alive Creating a kind of drive Thoughts have to be on paper Words must be formed! Come out! The verse brought to … Continue reading Burning