To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...

"Stop it, you are splashing it all over...
Water spits clarity...

Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...

At the Shore . . .
There was a wave, a tiny wave...

To know the truth
it's as if not knowing it at all...

At the heart of the mountains, a river fresh...
just as placid, serene, and blue skies - where a...

God
We are the lampposts in the streets...

You are two extended palms
facing one another, touching...

Sometimes you wonder,
Is this really what I am meant to do...

For a child, love was a park,
an amusement center...

The moon got over my head
like the watch on my wrist...

All I ever asked, was for a little portion of...
you know that glass of milk in the counter top...