The Eclipse at Crowgate Hill The road vanished long ago. Time here doesn't pass, it unravels. I followed the birds, thinking they might ...

The fence rows used to be clear of brush with no cedars or pines growing high. The state trimmed the roadside five times a year and you coul...

Even though I find the current indictments of the former president sad, that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with it. A frien...

 A ChatGPT poem about sunset: The sun dips below the horizon, A fiery orb of orange and red, The sky a canvas painted in hues Of pink, purpl...

My name and my poem are both up in outer space, flying around the moon today. We even went on the Dark Side of the Moon! I first wrote about...

There's nothing left to do but surrender When you know that you have reached the end. Some cuts are too deep for the healing And the sca...

My poem is going to the moon! I received this notice in my email: Synchronicity Artemis Journal will fly to the moon with Artemis 1 spaceshi...

If you had seen what I had seen The you would be as I have been Never would you question me If you could see as I can see. Like the yarn cau...

I am the wine-man for the county and I travel open roads. Looking for a buyer before the bottles explode. I see people singing in the vineya...

You Who Allow Yourselves to Feel  By Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926) You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing that is more than you...

I have a poem in Artemis, a poetry and art journal, again this year. I am very honored to share space with former Virginia poet laurates as ...

  They ran in while others were fleeing. Hot helmets clinging to sweaty heads as each climbed flight after flight of stairs helping, always ...

Last night I read three of my poems at an event at the Blue Ridge Library. It was called Artistic Hands and Poetic Voices and was held in co...

Waking with sleepies in my eyes my heart soft from a dream where people were nice, friendly, calm life is good. Shower is hot, bacon is...

It's National Poetry Month. Here are 13 stanzas from some of my poetry. These are actually unfinished. Some I hadn't looked at in ye...

Maybe the grass is maroon glowing brightly in darkness beneath two moons that skim the mountains made of mushrooms with a horizon the co...

Come live by me, my lovely rose whilst I bad poetry must compose. Your smell so sweet, your petals so dear fill me with longing wh...

You don't want to eat or drink, really, because dead pig makes you want to gag but there it is, a smell trapped in the pockets of yo...

I heard the news today, oh boy. Gunman in the streets, people running around in sheets. Nothing made me laugh Death and destruction in m...

The Bumbling Earth Journey requires courage, stamina, footprints and unknown companions walking in circles on an island in the black vo...