This poetry of mine formed like pottery. The unexpected results of desired shape and passion’s flames are presented to you here in hopes you find the perfect one for your mind’s personal collection.
Whirligig Weekend
Blades of green stretchlike fingers on dueling pianoswhile whirligigs tilt-a…
Sundown’s Showdown
It was the last time they’d touch–back to back, the…
The Mislaid Sun
Borrowed pink plastic lawn seat.Loud folk music filtered over laughter.The…
The Baltic Waltz
Lean back in a beach basket,take a sip of champagne…
Nob Of Joy
This poem was written for late-night poets. It’s adult in…
Web of Daylight
The grey spider dawn of day stealthily swings from the…
Iguana Boy
Iguana Boy,climb all over me.Scratch my back with your keen…
Fallowed Souls
Fall is yellowed,eyes like pathogens,green manure skin,recovered grins,lust the dust…
Halloween by the Sea
Halloween by the sea–foam decomposing,fingernail seashells,a spiderweb of waves,monster horseshoe…
The Halibut Sky
The halibut sky has but one eyeits missing orb migratesbut…
Submerged, I am god
The sea may be savior, but submerged, I am god
Spent the day at Blue Sky Beach
Spent the day at blue sky beachFishing for sun rays…
Winter is Awake Again
I pray for the innocent fall of snow through my glass window.
The Night Fly
The night fly’s veins are dry. She watches withering skin…
Today’s Been Slaughtered
Earbud streetlights,the night wears a smoke disguise,a plane reverse dives,…
The Beach Aged Overnight
From far away,the kids become silhouettes,sand crabsdigging in the surf,dried…
Queen Conch
Give me true love’s kiss.Climb inside my conch shellto live…
The City is a Serving Tray
The boulevard is on display.The city is a serving tray.…
My Parents Shop for Graves
Friday dusk–Purple and pink bruisesmake moonshine along backyard fences.I’m wrapped…
NaPoWriMo#5 Diana Does the Dishes
Diana does the dishes.Her arms are arrowssearching for the wild…
NaPoWriMo #4~How to Catch a Poem on your Commute
On your common commuteempty your mind like a jarof marbles…
My Lady, Margarite
First eye to morning sun.She loves me; I eat those.She…
The Sun’s a Lady
The sun sits pretty ’cause she’s a lady, legs crossed,…
I will not write love poetry this spring
I will not write love poetry this springeven when the…
Yard Sale of Thoughts 