Category: Poems

                           I In fields of dark we lay that moonless night,And watched a million unknown stars appear,And in our spirit’sContinue Reading

She had been carefulnot to allow polishto seep through the cracked glass.A young man;difficult to judge his agethrough the blurContinue Reading

… Among the shadows of the groaning elms,amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves … … Once there were pathsContinue Reading

The south wind’s newfound breath,The spring sun’s waxing ray,Draw from your outward deathAn opulent array. Before one fleck of greenHasContinue Reading

Night broods heavy, dark, and still—  Its darkest, stillest hour,When the dank, dead vapors chillAnd the cold stars glow dour.Continue Reading

The leaves of Summer never were so fairAs now, by dying season’s light they’re kissed,September’s melancholy, golden mistDescends like dreamsContinue Reading

When my time has comeAnd heliumWeighs down on my exhausted core,Spent from shedding light Through the endless nightUntil the fuelContinue Reading

Poetry, I found youwhere at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around youto torture and confound you,I foundContinue Reading

Evil is the systematic substitution of the abstract for the concrete. – Sartre As in “concrete” as well as “abstract,”Continue Reading