
My Poetry and Prose Blogology






I May Be Old, But We’re Still Young
“stars fall from heaven
before our love melts in time…”






What’s in a Name?
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."



Angels in Her Garden
“beneath leaves of shade
countless ancestors water
a blooming garden…”



A Shrill Moon
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”

