Me and you,.. we found the holy ground of nature, in the field of the wildflowers, we swam in the beauty of her grace. She blessed us with her caress. I told you.… Continue reading →

   If I had magic…. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy places.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide the wishing wells and… Continue reading →

 I am still alive…. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading →

Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Illustration:?‘Winter’ by Édouard Bisson (French, 1856-1939) My Translation: *** How merrily the snowflakes brightened Your—grey, my—sable fur, How at the Christmas fair excited We looked for…

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A sea the colour of despair Churned sands of sorrowful mien Beneath cold steel sky A’mottle with clouds of grubby countenance One tempest filled day As brute shards…

 Passing through…. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading →

  Wanderlust —                         Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the… Continue reading →