His Eyes Were Watching Me
Tall and powerfulHis sharp eyes were watching meReady to defendThe fine dame and precious clutch,I leave the nesting pair be p.s. Happy Midsummer to all who cel...
Category: Poetry
The main focus of this blog is poetry. I share some of my poems, drafts or excerpts. More often that not, I rewrite or edit to publish them somewhere else.
Coffee Talk
At a sidewalk café, I eavesdrop on a conversation between poets. Sensible artists on a sensitive topic of writing about family and friends; people who are alway...
I Hang The Bird Feeder
seasons are a language I understand.after winter, comes springand then thehatchlingnestlingfledglingflying today,i hang the bird feedernot for the birds but to ...