Poems

My Aunt & her friends
are wondering (but not
for long) where I’ve gone.
...

You stand
before me

a living
...

You only
have to '...be'

in order
...

I build
a pillow you

a construct to
...

Many people have wrote in and asked just what’s in…what exactly is...the essence of...a Janice kiss. And I am at a loss…to explain...just what it is that it...is.

“Well..? ” I stutter “...it’s.. it’s...why it’s...this & this & this..”
& words fail in their task and fall away into restlessness.
...

As we journey
drift from drift-
-wood to drift-wood
...

I can still touch
with the fingertip of memory

your Venetian laughter
...

I have missed
your love

& how it would
...

Now in these nights
without you

I go to the movies
...

MO CAILIN ALAINN RUA
(My Beautiful Red Haired Girl)

Your hair
...