This poem begins my poetry collection. It is about the pain and suffering I experienced when I had an attack of two pulmonary embolisms, one in the right lung, one in the left. This nearly killed me. I lived with the pain in my lungs whenever I took a bre

the only thing that impresses me now is the state of my inebriation

Figures are a strip tease.

An eye patch waits aslant his passenger seat.

The east wind probes through the eaves, pushing at the walls, as though it wants to drag us out into the cold, to swallow us whole.

burning for You, caught in between, yearning to remain completely wrapped around Your finger, feeling panoramic, and this alive.

The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…

Cacao production had always been a tenuous enterprise insofar as commercial cacao tree cultivation had always been limited roughly to the land zones within twenty degrees of the equator north and south.

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He’s an empty sock

Flying mammal with thin membrane forelimb adaptive wings. Amazing number of species from fruit-eating to insectivores. All capable of landing in your hair at night.

Let it rage. I shall not suppress you. Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides, until your sadness swallows you whole.

True story

Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem

the space between two antelopes is a canyon,