Beginning Screenplay
I have been writing about the character of “Joline” since 1993 mostly through many, many poems. Earlier this...
Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally,...
Poem – Layers
Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am...
Poem – Intersections
At the intersection I woke to a wall cloud filled not with rain but fragments of some life...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #2
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – To the Outside
To the outside we are primitive specks of dust lost on some distant chunk of molten rock destined...
Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with...
Random 9/11 Thoughts
(1) A depth of feeling carried each day buried into the subconscious of each witness, born into each...
Poem – 13 Years – 9/11
13 Years (1) An arctic sunrise opens this day – cold, calm, and reflective. The sky burns today...
Poem – Memories
On the cusp between two worlds the fine edge we walk through each day. One world filled with...
Poem – Where I Stood
(1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you...
Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept...
Poem – Far Reaches
At the end of this journey I stood before the bursting stars and bathed in the energy and...