Poems

Our world has stopped, all forced to stop living, forced to stop running, like headless chicken, not knowing where we are going and why. The earth still spinning, still breathing, still needing. Shaking herself to find balance and strength. The seas scattered plastic, twisted ...

His bare brown weather–rugged feet walk the copper rustic sun- drenched Earth. The copper shaded dust, aswirl in the desert sky. The sky vast expansive blue - a blue and a vastness longed by many but seen by a few. As heaven and earth unite, he walks alone, at ...