Hi friends.
I'm in the process of putting together a second book of poems, all from 2001-2016. I want to share a few things I found, which I had forgotten about.

Nap Song

Go to sleep my child
While the robin sings outside -
Do not sob or weep,
Though the dove's whooshing wings
Indicate that something
Curious will soon occur.
Perhaps you will awake too late
And find only a dull moon!

Everything will still be here
And your small, tired self refreshed
Ready to drink its fill
Of world again and be inspired.

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How She Cries Now

This is no delicate stream, no discreet sniff
That could be addressed by a lacy handkerchief,
And there is nothing you dare to say
To chase these sudden tears away,
Big hot tears of frustration and rage
That spill out on the offending page.

Wrung from the gut, these sobs of grief
Will not give way or give relief:
The more she cries the stronger she seems to be;
The blinder she becomes the more she can see.

Her pain will demand its satisfaction -
This seeming weakness will lead to action.

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What the Old Man Said

Love is the hardest thing
Anyone ever tried
Even teen idols sing
It could mean suicide

But it could be much worse
Decades of slavery
Abuse's silent curse
Eyes not daring to see

The grind of helpless guilt
Still unable to stop
Beauty now all unfelt
Bitterness to the top.

And all that can be healed
Unlike living for money.
Bury gold in your field.
Trade bee stings for honey.

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