My idea of poetry is the emptying out of the piggy-bank head in the most efficient and artful way possible.  Rules are annoying and get in the way of emotion, reason, power, and point.   For more information on my perspective on poetry, read this.  Meanwhile – enjoy at your own proper peril.

Service

As a Splinter Goes

Museum

Words (March 1999)

Flow (a childish tribute to e.e. cummings)

Drop (March 1999)

ChalleNGe (March 1999)

Untitled (1998)

Spell (Apr 1999)

Pretending Otherwise (Apr 1999)

Slow (Apr – Jun 1999)

Road Trip (Apr 1999)

Invisible Dirt (May 1999)

i am the needle (August 1999)

Castle (1999)

this i’m not (Oct 1999)

words tucked away for a future day (Oct 1999)

simple good day (Oct 1999)

tender lasting (Oct 1999)

Time Ride (Oct 1999)

I Don’t Want to Leave

nowhere is not always insignificant

first impressions aren’t always accurate

Beginnings

Poetry versus Prose (Act One)

The Sweeper and My Persian Rugs

differences

last of you before the eye

that thing

Mine

Something in Return

if musings

between before and after

She

Readme

Overdone

toast

nothing to write

Pale Blue Dot

time taffy pull

one writer morning

Stale Mate Pleading

TimeKeeper

A Paltry Poe-ish Poem

The Problem with Sonnets

Take Me With You

Cloudy with a Chance of Change

this is how it happened

Cold Damn House

Sighting

what then?

Fear of Nothing