Poems (New)

  • Haiku 1
    Sky hazy and grayThe sun fills it; spills orange paintevery morning
  • streets of gold
    seen in the early morning lightbetween the hours of seven and nine,SE 29th at Shields in Capitol Hill becomes like …
  • The mystery
    We must have a reasonThey saidAnd began toJostle madly about We must have the answerThey saidAnd began toLight the torches …
  • location location location
    There are those who wander aimlesslyFrom location to location to locationAmbling through the Great PlainsAlone And there are thoseWho will …
Somewhere in the Alps
About Me

Engineer, poet, and appreciator of all things worth savoring. My poems deal with faith, art, despair, and hope.

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