Monday, August 31, 2015

my guitar

hangs there
with six voices
bleeding with songs
living very deep
in the mirror

Friday, August 28, 2015

when my children were born

I could see it in their eyes
each time I saw another poet
has come with passionate wisdom
to wail alone into the void
with fists raised high in the air
constantly contemplating this chaos

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Tuesday, August 4, 2015