Coming Home. He left rainy roads, walked away from armies of umbrellas on parade with their amnesia of Cherbourg. Left water towers giving them higher visions...
Sunday, July 1, 5 pm. 1st Sunday of the Month Reading at Beyond Baroque, 681 Venice Blvd. Venice. Sign ups 4:45 pm Free. Hosted by Marie Lecrivain Open reading...
Silence This silence is deafening like the roar of Niagara Falls spilling into me. Trust Trust is a vagabond who walks into your Soul carries the weight of the...
Tapestry I am the rich fine threads of all rainbows woven into the tapestry of your life, I am the bandages you wear, blood-stained, blood-soaked cut and...
Hello: I am requesting your assistance with a need for poetry, art and/or writings from Survivors of violence. IE: Sexual assaults, domestic violence,...
Hi Shawn, I don't know if this fits with what you are looking for. It was written for and performed at a Take Back the Night event at Cal State San Bernardino....
Dear Ones, Today is Independence Day in the USA. Cause for celebration, fireworks and parades. As with all holidays, including birthdays and Memorial Day, ...
If you watch thoughts long enough you'll see how feelings enter your mind. If you follow your feelings long enough you'll understand how thoughts come and go. ...
Would You Love Me Less Would you love me any less with only one breast? would you follow me anywhere? would you share my holy terror of what death takes away...
Long Distance. At first we all went horizontal. It was as if New York had fallen flat on its face. Later, tombstones started to click years like odometers of...
`````` listen to the wind.. what does it sing today? listen to the temple bells. who do they call? listen to the song in your heart no-one else can hear. ...
Sleepless Night 1. The Summer Cricket the summer cricket serenades me with his lusty song all night long until the dawn I can not sleep until I hear his every...
Conversations. They were standing in my former room. I wrapped myself around the suitcase that had been mine for many years and was now picking up dust, ...
That Familiar Ecstasy That familiar ecstasy takes hold of me like a mauve wave petunia cascading reaching, reaching summer places deeply curving like the...
Intersection II My father jots down another stanza. I ask him what the poem is about. He looks up and spits stars into the sky. I then remember him being dead...
The Ganges fills with umbilical cords bathers in their white dhoti never get naked funerary pyres are lit with shriveling bodies of widows sometimes little...
Dylan Sang It Dylan sang it Joni wrote it "they paved Paradise and put up a parking lot" who knows where the winding road leads now that angels fear to tread, ...
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Sun July 15, 2007 The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles has agreed to pay $660 million to 500 victims of sexual abuse ...
Jim And I We row the boat ashore. Rain wrinkles the surface of the lake and I remember the true color of Indiana dust. Sky and water intersect as if sky was...
The evil hate everything honest, righteous, nice And many honest left knowing this. I know that honest from South America, Africa, Asia are my Brothers Cos The...
Shattered Windows, Pinioned Heart If I break the silence now every glass house will shatter and the frenzied ghosts of the past will escape will take this...
Dear friends in Poets for Human Rights forum This is not a literary contribution of mine. But this is rather a need of the hour. A life has to be saved. That...
End Of A Republic. At first, clocks forgot why they stood by my bed. They became happy instead of sad and quit spitting ashes all over my poems. Shooting star...
After it rained two days I walked through the cicada aum leaves danced in the breeze where the sun filtered through mushrooms were already growing this side of...
Memory. When the car radio played one of his favorite songs, Elvira started to run like lava down the slope of receding days and women in green stockings, war...
BEGGAR LADY, .......................... Beggar lady, Old lady, Helpless lady, Begging shop to shop, Disappeared her son, Now fall sky to street, Begging now...