Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – A Childhood in Retrospect
Shifting through photos I feel no connection, no recognition to the person with time and years ahead of...
Poem – A Reflection in Time
The child stares into the mirror of the adult he is to become and both wonder why. the...
Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – War Child (Re-post)
Standing among the ruins. The child looks to the west, as the sun sets upon the land And...
Poem – Silent Music of Creation
When the nearest stars are observed and the furthest ancient light is discovered we see what became the...
Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally,...
Poem – War Child
Standing among the ruins. He looks out over to the west, as the sun sets upon the land...
Poem – Untitled #2
(1) When evening light scatters across the horizon hidden behind the treeline moving to the wind and free...
The Well is Barren
I have had a few days off of work. Before this, I came up with a great plan...
Poem – Crowd gathers in a cold city, in February
A slow sunrise behind rooftops and elm. Winters breath across a frozen lake. Flock of birds heading east...
Summer on 41st
Stretching eager fingers, ready to continue on a new piece with the working title of “A Season in...
Poem – A Child Waits
In honor of Mother’s Day and including pops, a poem. A child five years old waits patiently, the...
Spring Preview
A walk around Silver Lake allowed the coming spring to enter a tired and worn mind. Thoughts of...