The Widower’s Dream

The years have gone, but you have not. In dreams you are alive as day, And warm as a fire, flickering hot, While snow around our house does lay. But this is the vision mine alone, The blue so vivid, scents so real, From which people say I must move on As though I could … Continue reading "The Widower’s Dream"

like Canyons

Choices come like canyons, rivulets, and streams;Where do we find rest, when we are troubled in our dreams?All of these decisions -- who's to say what's fair --How do we find rest, when we are restless everywhere?
i wrestled in my bed with sweat and demons as madness tore into my febrile mind the burning from inside that brooks no pretense the loneliness that’s always there to find across a rope-bridge chasm you were staring amid a blaze of red and wild face but no amount of shouting broke the silence and … Continue reading ""

The Magic Window

= = = = = | = = = = = The light is gone, and nothing’s right, Another wastrel of a day — Come join me, and we’ll get away, And take the magic window into night For dreams of childhood remain; Of distant lands and shining seas — We’ll go and do whate’er … Continue reading "The Magic Window"

* the fiery river *

he works in gray and granite and numbers without end, he plans across the planet as dividends descend. the world is colorless and flat, of surfaces and corners — of businessmen who live and die, but seem to leave no mourners. he closes then his midday eyes to join a world that’s only his… across … Continue reading "* the fiery river *"

Old Poem, Age 8

I wish I could be like the leaves And simply blow away, For then I wouldn’t have to go To school again today. The teacher always yells at me, And says I do things wrong — I think I’ve got a complex, or I will have, before long. I wish it was still summer, so … Continue reading "Old Poem, Age 8"