I gaze at the setting sun, Broken and bound, As the first glimpse of twilight Streaks across my face. My eyes close, And the tears no longer fall. Why dare to cry When there is no one to listen? Monuments of history’s accomplishments Rise in the background, Tainted with crimson hues From a blood-red sun,…

Stretching, sketching across Forgotten, forged valleys, The space between Daunting dunes Is for the lost And lonely To wallow in permeating pain And augmented anguish, As shifting sands swallow Their fragmented forms. Like what you’ve read?  Please subscribe to my blog, where I post a poem every Tuesday. My novel, Lorna versus Laura, is available…

Whirling, swirling, Turning, churning, Folding, molding, Our way ahead, Down the tunnel, To where, who knows?   Winding, binding, Bending, mending, Traveling, raveling, Forging onward, Down the abyss, Lost wherever it goes. Like what you’ve read?  Please subscribe to my blog, where I post a poem every Tuesday. My novel, Lorna versus Laura, is available…

Her young, soft hands Clutch the cup of coffee, Starbucks’ morning brew, As she sits, Nestled in flannel plaid pajamas With a fleece blanket Hugging her body. She sips her beverage, The delightful aroma Entering her inner essence. The warmth penetrates Her lungs, to her heart, Reminding her: Her dear late grandma Held her mug…

Black, the absence of color, Though a shroud to cover And hide many things. Hovering and huddling around me, Blackness invades my heart. My eyes can’t see In such foreboding, thick darkness. Now my heart can’t see Inside itself. What choice but to surrender To the looming, relentless black, Rather than blindly follow A path…

Maybe I’m a fool, Or maybe I’m just scared Of being judged. If I open up, Tell all my secrets, What would remain But a hollow interior, An breakable shell? Where would mystery flee? Would I harbor Only resentment, guilt? At least I’m honest For asking such absurdities. Like what you’ve read?  Please subscribe to…

Eyes close, only to be opened; Nothing really changes, But only alters forms. Shapes non-discreet dance Across the heavy eyelids, Molding and reworking The fabric, the essence Of every woven dream-thread. Thoughts entwine, intersperse, Reflected on the still waters Of afterthoughts. What is gained With unknown knowledge Ingrained on wrinkles of mind And curves of…

I have no smile To offer the world. Turn me upside-down So the blood rushes To my head. Then you see my smile. I will close my ears. Since I’m already blind, Why not be deaf? If I turn away, Maybe the pain will go. If I lay down my pen, My voice will be…

I often find myself aimlessly thinking About what life is really about. The conclusion I reach Is always the same: I simply don’t know. We can continue to sit here, You and I, But as the hours pass, The wick on which the flame burns Shortens until the flame dies. In the darkness, you look…

She sits there, Shuffling the napkin Between bony fingers. Her eyes don’t see His sturdy fingers tapping On the oak table Across from her, But the sound Penetrates her ears. She turns toward the waitress Holding the coffee pot, Says, “Pour me more.” Caffeine is all That keeps her going. As she brings the cup…