Poetry

    Paint me a forest First, I said I am a kaleidoscope. If he turned me around, he could discover changing patterns and colours. He said he...

    The Living and the Dead  It is a river that bears drowning victims as well as the souls of Algonquin ancestors, and its current is endless liquid...

      2-Faced Shooter   Learning to rhyme with the dawn of in-Hu-Man,  Tasting what revels in itself as a child watches Me stumbling across the street, late for work,...

      Found and Lost   I want to return to the dirt road that led to our home on Walloon Lake—where every weed that survived  backhoe and snowplow garnered...

 The Future Past We strolled along a clay path in Frick Park where leaves fell like heroes’ confetti and where our past rambled toward us from...

 The reader I read with pleasure the books That writhe at my touch Their pages full of lines That mirror their soul. In them I found the golden light.  A...

     Universal peace The sea lies wide undisturbed in its own defined space without daring to take the smallest step as a visitor to the shore. Today he doesn't...

    The Red PoemI painted red The sky Days that I lost myself And denied myself Laughing without reason I lived those I painted red The water I drowned in tears And saved me Forgetting...

    Human To Human Opened up a can of worms to spread over a beehive lay on the warm molten rock split by the atoms from the...

    Patience It’s a kind of love, is it not? How your bottle holds the milk, how your highchair stands upright and foursquare, how the playmat accepts the continuous...