I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

Number of Poems written: 41 Average number per day: 1.3 Days I didn't write a poem: 16, 17,26,27, 29,30 Revised average: 1.6 Longest p...

I left but you came back: God knows it'd been awhile You said me you'd just came to talk All dressed in a new style. You traded got...

I was wandering through a nightmare Of a time that had not come. There were voices all around me Striking me deaf, making me dumb. I stared ...

Had to burn my hands to hold you But I had no one I could sue You're just an ugly tea cup Better as a pot for growing up Plants, not tea...

There is a certain light of flesh, the Play of stone in shadowed water, a Singer in search of lost words, while A fog looks for a form in pa...

Love is pears falling from apple trees, summer rain from blue sky and tears of joy and skipping! ropes and songs! free laughter dancing dan...

To have one of these, too. Lessee.... Research for the fourth (and probably last) volume of the Shuck Cycle is mostly finishing, the bsics o...

From here , just to help spread the word... even though no one reads this blog. So I'm annoyed with AW being shut down . More annoyed th...

One last Day to burn things By municipal law -- All of us hurrying to find the last Witches.

The caterpillar Becoming a butterfly While spring remains spring And nothing changes Except - only - everything.