The Perils of Bedtime Reading

With A Brief History of Time occupying the top spot of my pile of bedside books, I’ve had space and time on my mind lately. So, four poems (small input, I know) toward a unified theory of the universe. The Sky’s Version of Truth So what about the laziness of light, taking its sweet old time […]

Before Your Train Leaves

A poem from Nomad’s End, published by Finishing Line Press, 2010.   Before your train leaves a handful of minutes need to morph into their shape, crust like atoms becoming a molecule and tell a story with thrift. No time to dawdle. Back-story, established by your eyes, advances the plot, though I am more interested […]

Sherwood Island

Why do the branches of love bloom outward? Why do tramps seek out the solitude of the forest, only to be humbled when companions join in? The beeches reach out for us; we bloom in their sights. My truest love is you who sways with me with trees as guides.

From Nomad’s End, Finishing Line Press, 2010 Before Your Train Leaves a handful of minutes need to morph into their shape, crust like atoms becoming a molecule and tell a story with thrift. No time to dawdle. Back-story, established by your eyes, advances the plot, though I am more interested with the syllables of touch […]