poetry

Poetry is rhythm of the soul. It is the written seed of song. It is the muse of the painter’s brush and the rhyme of the philosopher’s reason… and I have a lot of it.

LATEST POEMS

TO THE SPYAugust 10, 2022
FROM OUTSIDEAugust 8, 2022
SHIPS DON’T SINKAugust 5, 2022
SHOTS FIREDAugust 3, 2022
MOM AND BABYAugust 2, 2022
NAKED WITHOUT HIMJuly 31, 2022
CARCASJuly 30, 2022
TODAYJuly 28, 2022
YOU LAUGHJuly 23, 2022
BELOW THE PRESSUREJuly 22, 2022
THE FRIDGEJuly 18, 2022
WHAT DOORJuly 18, 2022

POETRY ARCHIVE

THE IRONY OF THE CONSUMER

January 11, 2022
THE JOURNEY

October 17, 2019
THE JOURNEY IS LONG AND TREACHEROUS

February 3, 2022
THE LINE

July 15, 2022
THE LINE IS EASILY BROKEN

February 27, 2022
THE MENTAL LEAP

October 17, 2019
THE MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE

March 21, 2022
THE MULTIPLE LAYERS OF INTELLIGENT DESIGN

October 17, 2019
THE PRESSURE MOUNTS

March 6, 2022
THE REASON

October 17, 2019
THE ROCK

October 17, 2019
THE RUDDER

October 17, 2019
THE SAIL

October 17, 2019
THE SIGNPOST

January 20, 2022
THE WAY FORWARD

January 11, 2022
THEY ENCROACH

June 7, 2022
TIME DISPLACED

June 29, 2022
TIRED

October 17, 2019
TO A CLOSE

June 28, 2022
TO LET IT OUT

January 13, 2022
TO START THE SHOW

June 17, 2022
TO THE SPY

August 10, 2022
TO THE SURFACE / BALL POINT PEN

October 18, 2019
TODAY

July 28, 2022
TOKEN

October 17, 2019
TOO OLD

April 30, 2022
TOO TIRED

January 11, 2022
TRAILAH

February 15, 2022
TRY SOMETHING

February 2, 2022
TURN THE HANDLE

June 13, 2022