Winter Through the Window Frame

Winter's breeze: Like a whistle through Tortured trunks and twigs of naked…


Campfire

I saw the sun go down last evening. The sky turned from blue To red To…


Alternate Possibilities

If a rose were a lily, And a lily were a rose, Bank notes were poetry, And…


Dialogue

I looked Death In the eye And said, "You want to rob my breath? I'm not…


Inspiration

I sit in front of my notebook, Pen in my hand, Waiting for profundity to…


Boats

I see everyone rushing— Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the boat…


Reflection

Met myself thirty years hence: Wrinkles and gray hair. Walking stick.…


On a Riverside in Calcutta, India

The factory chimney puffs and smokes Its dusty soot Into the air. Cars and…


The Peddler's Widow

Tired legs. Strengthless hands. Take me home To my bed. Long to sleep.…


Delirium

In the silence, in the quiet Green waves gently lap the shore. Dark rocks…