Poem Category: All

the storm

lashing at sands

to the cry of gulls

jazz music

my aging hearing

its gentler arts

his snake tattoo

strong armed

by weight lifts

in the rabbit hunt

bloodied drops

from the snow line on

butterfly eggs

leaving the chances

for her generation

home opened for sale

the way they scattered

our children‘s toys

the moon glow

near Venus

guiding the lover‘s touch

meteor

back to my childhood

the earth is a star

stiletto heels

no escaping

in the tunnel

the long rains end

all over my guitar

unfamiliar notes