Poetry

Five Spoons to Rule Them All
Flying Over Christmas Morning
Homeowners Association Gestapo
Hope Is
Keyboard
Missing the Pointe
Prose by the Gulf
Starry-eyed Dreamers
Sunshine Dirt
Tree Wise of Winter
What Zombies Wish They Could Tell You: An Easter Poem

Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (from “The Apology”)