Man, I don't know...
But I could be a bottle...

May this day be for you like poetry;
Raw not as meat but as rain . . . refreshing as...

When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...

This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q...

poetry,
you are music to my eyes...

A cricket
chirping...

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep...

Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...

In you, I live to die.
For life is death...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

My lord,
Forgive me if Sometimes...

My lord,
You are a candle on the table of my life...