Yes, it has been a while, my friends and blog followers, but today, I am not going to showcase any of my work. Today, I am going to share...

Comments below the poem. Early Purple Irises “Is it May? Is it May?” My early irises say. Their yellow beardlets blown White by icy...

I don't know that I am prepared to call my friend Patrick Gillespie my "editor" yet--I don't know if he wants to be--, but we have been...

Today, I am in the midst of writing about nothing. I have no projects. I have no inspiration. I have nothing I feel like reviewing or...

To answer the question that will be obvious to fans of William Shakespeare, Yes! I often use words and phrases in lines from Hamlet for...

My faithful, regular readers are going to wonder what I am doing writing a comment at the top of the page. Well, today, I am providing a...

A month ago, on January 31, I posted a poem called The Moon Diver which I had been trying to complete since last summer. Well, fellow...

Comments are below the poem. Tiny Purple Flower in the Fence at the Rodeo Arena Kings and queens don expensive robes Of royal violet hue,...

The comments will be below the second picture. Enjoy! First Flower of the Season First flower of the season, Fragile fay, You’re like a...

The Moon Diver Have you heard of the Moon Diver, A foul mischievous imp, Who puts lines on ladies’ faces And gives healthy fellows a...

There Is No City Four days and there is no city, Only a dusty gravel road, Sagging green bushes, wilting flowers, And stifling sterile...

The Cave Opening Some say a mouth. I say a maw. You have no lips Nor jutting jaw. I feel your breath, But do you breathe, Or do the rocks...

We Once Felt a Fire Will we kindle muted passion In a world of dampened sadness Or flicker in a tired fashion Into apathetic madness? Or...

Poor, Poor Hawk Poor, poor hawk, vicious hawk, Tan terror of the sky, You look a sleeping, peaceful dove In brown leaves where you lie....

Singing a Note of Warning I see you perched and nestled tight Above the wispy powdered snow In one small beam of waning light Hid in a...

Fly Away, Cardinal Brothers How goes it there, my crimson friends? Your crests are spiked; your feathers fluffed. You’ve held that pose...

Something to Write About We went out walking yesterday, My dog and I alone. My wife declined to go with us For reasons of her own. I...