To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man

and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die ...

All the drawing lacksis the final touch: To addeyes to the dragon

They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees?

I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvous

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

Home will always be where comfort is, even if that comfort is pain

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?