Sunday, January 05, 2014


"I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.”

Carl Sandburg

Sometimes poems

pop out of my head

like stars in the sky

But most of the time

the words are dead or

hibernating like bears

until it's Spring again.

Saturday, January 04, 2014

final questions

What hath thou harvested in thy life that

Death will not remove?

Whence & wherefore

wilt thou go?

Don't turn off the lights.