all of our memories slip out through the net fearsome grandmothers will not let us hide the truth is bound up tightly with regret when pain of living has us most upset then we hear loudest voices th… more →
Half Way Treewrote 17 hours ago: The passing years exact a heavy toll, So undeserved, unfair and most unjust. How time transforms the … more →
wrote 18 hours ago: (Translated into English from my original Italian) If you and I could start our lives anew, And brin … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Cautionary Tale “It’s hurting me,” she said in half belief as her hair caught in h … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Se potessimo rincominciare, E far rivivere il passato, Se ci potessimo riamare, Il cor mio ti vorrei … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Si je menais la vie que je voulais, Si à ma guise seulement j’avais vécu, Ma mort serait tranquille … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Beware the cry, “My country, right or wrong!” Be not blind, heedless slaves of governmen … more →
wrote 2 days ago: I drink another cup of coffee dark brown eddies, hazelnut ponds kettle whistles smoky birds square t … more →
wrote 2 days ago: New poem up today. Alone With a Book … more →
wrote 3 days ago: Short I’m told that feelings hold a set place in the brain like a house upon a lot, a grave a … more →
wrote 4 days ago: This next poem is one of my favorites more for the story behind it than the quality of the poetry. I … more →
wrote 4 days ago: My tears have filled a thousand bottles; I drag myself off the floor, no more judgment; I walk into … more →
wrote 5 days ago: Searching and seeking but there’s nothing there Sun’s light has threatened to burn out M … more →
wrote 6 days ago: My path to poetry was atypical. I suppose everyone’s is. I was never a big fan, other than Sha … more →
wrote 1 week ago: It’s been a heady week for me, watching my page view hits rack up on Yahoo! Voices. The story and p … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Let’s gather and trip on the chains Pull and tug until we’re free Scream ’til we … more →
wrote 1 week ago: all of our memories slip out through the net fearsome grandmothers will not let us hide the truth is … more →
wrote 1 week ago: The cold sea winds blow all day, and the waves furiously move in the sea, The tide violent as water … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Do not go into that room tonight, Fat and hairy and mad – keep away from The spider! Oh patien … more →
wrote 1 week ago: I wrote this villanelle some time ago, and just revised it. Coming soon: “the Box of Blacknes … more →