on a bus near you...    eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are …

I fear I'll do some damage one fine day, but I would not be convicted bya jury of my peers Still crazy, Still crazy after …

I thank you in advance for any kind words. Battle ego like a cancer. A Third Mate is a licensed member of the deck department …

To walk on the left, you must know right. ~~—————————————— “Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. …

M    ABOUT MY POEM My poems remain explorations of the subconscious erotic They are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of …

F/Australia    All Rights Reserved. (c) 2012. Please do not reproduce/use/alter any of my writings under any circumstances. LEGAL ACTIONS WILL ENUSE IF YOU DO NOT RESPECT …

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To walk and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. …

33/Other/wherever sin is aborning   

how oft in life do we presume, take for granted grants so extra-ordinary that we forget to remember the extra and see only the ordinary. …

“these words are my own, their conjunction is a junction to you, and a holy constitution for me.” W.S. “Dance me through the curtains that …

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …

tween the heart and NYC    only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my …

New Caledonia    write less, write better, learn from you...

M/Ant-hard-ica    she inquires why I write so many poems, easy comes reply: It gives me a fantastic living, it makes and gives, each poem, a calculation, …

M/North Western Oregon    World traveler, Yarn Spinner, Published writer, Front porch philosopher, back porch dreamer. Gentleman Farmer, Devoted Father and Grandfather. Lover of Nature. Proud to have been …

M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - or a poetpourri of history of a journey tween naissance and

Kerala, India    Poetry to me is self exploration that reveals submerged landscapes, otherwise one is unaware of.I love to read fiction and poetry.As a daily news journalist …

M/New Mexico, USA    "The myth of fulfillment makes us miss the most beautiful aspect of our human souls: our emptiness, our incompleteness, our radical yearning for love." Gerald …