My Love, For Sale | A Poem

  I feel like this poem might need to be clarified.  Why?  I'm not sure.  But it's been kicking around in my notebook for a couple of weeks, and for some reason I wanted to share it.  Still not sure why.  Anyway, to be clear, I get inspired sometimes by the strangest things.  This poem … Continue reading My Love, For Sale | A Poem

Stone Path Review | Winter 2013

The Stone Path Review is an artistic journal that takes readers into the minds of poets, writers, photographers and more. It is a wonderfully beautiful and thought provoking collection of work that needs to be shared and experienced. I invite you to visit their website and view the entire piece. If you have a passion … Continue reading Stone Path Review | Winter 2013

So We Remember

In Memoriam Sandy Hook Elementary Charlotte Bacon, 2/22/06 Daniel Barden, 9/25/05 Olivia Engel, 7/18/06 Josephine Gay, 12/11/05 Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 04/04/06 Dylan Hockley, 3/8/06 Madeleine F. Hsu, 7/10/06 Catherine V. Hubbard, 6/08/06 Chase Kowalski, 10/31/05 Jesse Lewis, 6/30/06 James Mattioli , 3/22/06 Grace McDonnell, 12/04/05 Emilie Parker, 5/12/06 Jack Pinto, 5/06/06 Noah Pozner, 11/20/06 Caroline … Continue reading So We Remember

Our One Moment

We thirst for an emotional tide to wash over us and cleanse our mind. Maybe it is peace of mind or a small inkling of what Siddhārtha Gautama felt was enlightenment.  Scientists may tell us it is a releasing of endorphins that saturate our system.  If we are lucky, at one time in our lives … Continue reading Our One Moment

Giving Thanks : An Open Letter to You

There are many things Of which I want Those cyber deals That coo and taunt And I may buy A thing or two But I’m thankful most That I have you     It’s been a while Since I’ve written you The silly season So much to do But thanks again For joining me here … Continue reading Giving Thanks : An Open Letter to You

Changing of the Guard

Yellow colors what once was green The days of autumn I have seen The grass will fall in slumber soon No more days of tulip’s bloom The shortened days, our reticence The daylight saved won’t recompense The clock turned back, these days I’ll weep But I’m pleased to add one hour of sleep