
My Poetry and Prose Blogology


Funeral for a Friend
“as we wander along the glistening beaches of life
our weary footsteps imprint into sands of time…”

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



If I Could Unearth
“If I could unearth
lost paths in soft—forlorn hearts
I’d draw gracious maps”

