I will plant daffodils at your graveand when they've grownand blossomedwhen they're huggedby an apricot-colored sunI'll see them existcheerful in smil..
The yellow sunlight ~ bright and warmcrawled one morning on my bedroom floorwas sluggish as a sleeper stretching his formcreep~creep~creeping to the b..
Before Writers Cafe, I wrote as Palewriter on a site called Booksie.An Ice Cream Poem was my first big hit as a amateur poet and it's still going stro..
Sometimes I feel like screaming.Inside a laundry mat's luminous sleepy window,among the low-pitched, hypnotizing humof stainless steel washers and dry..
Those mighty trees that spread their armswere once as tall as you.And none have felt the sweeping strokesof what a saw could do.Yet underneath those s..
With smoghovering amongcrevicesof a sleepy citythe sun rosefrom slumberheedful of rainon the way.soonas increasing showersdiffused puddleson shiny str..
In the yard, in the fogof a heavy downpourtwo toddlers wore rainlike tight-fitted jeanswhich clung to their clothesso soggy, and yet ~in moments of gl..
Their ghostly forms respire nowWith swells that churn the sea.Relieved from woe - and peril's throe -Nearer my God to thee.And even though the forward..