My Leaky Heart

In the North Country, there are lonesome places of wonder. You can imagine there, in the silence. Beauty shines as you walk between the sunlight looking for a way in between the pines.

Poems without titles. One prose poem with a title.

Dream. Ideas. Images. Musings. Poetry. Remembrance.

What do we reflect upon during long hours and days of solitude? Do the subjects we select to dwell upon become the themes of our existence? Is that existence defined by despair or hope or something not yet named?

Poetry Reading - 8 Poems written in response to the imposed quarantine/isolation of 2020

Readings for Morning

A mash up of several poems that may work as one. Experimental but tame.

Here they are

Four poems two plus two

My hope is that they'll

not frighten you.