Poetry

Blue—Columbia Blue. What blue is that indeed? Perhaps it is the blue of skies, the…

Down the street, you walked en masse, tumbling, stumbling, your faces veiled. I watched humanity,…

Light, the source. Light, the bright. Light, the indomitable force of life. Stow away, he…

Burn, burn. If I could burn the flesh from where you stand Cinder, ash, the…

Cotton candy pink and blue— come to me, I know. Past pastures, barns, windmills, too—…

A day for a few, Will never be new. Those signs apart, Enough for them.…

I saw you from my throne’s side. Sitting, kneeling, Midst the hundreds heeling, Your head…

Side by side with time I walk.  When it slows, I slow.  When it runs,…