Echoes of Pain The silent strain in your eyes, The anticipated blow— Tis the choking grief that ties. You feel the hurt I know. Loud thunders of a grief unheard Crossing the rift between us gain Volume which canst the heavens gird— Echoes of pain. Rain from clouded gaze Not else can see nor say— When alone the hand still Read More

Flood Lust The subsistence of things unseen Affords no indulgence. It is sufficient for this day but the next, we bow and scrape again. At night it turns to worm. Take me back to my satisfaction in bondage. 9/4/06

Proud to be American Do you know what you’ve done to me? You made me happier than I thought I could be All my life I’ve tried to do What you’ve done so easily You make me proud to be American You make me happy to shop at the mall I’ll sit in church and sing with you I’ll dance Read More

We all children I went home to see my Mother In the quiet house. Children, twelve, had we been And children we returned. Shades of tomorrow we all Have plucking at our heels. “Look at me,” they say, each one, Young dreams, attention-starved. Constantly our shades will clamor If we regard them still. Mother watched her shades leave her And Read More