Quinceanera Poems

Narcissism's a traction
for doing what I do.
And making others think I'm right
from other points of view.
...Read More

Which came first, the chicken or the egg
Brain's in a quandary, I'm on my last legs
The world is flat
And stuff like that
Think something upstairs has come unpegged




...Read More

The Dancer and the Duende

Red skirt! Lithe body! She dances!
Flagging voluminous curtains of crimson, 
daring the Duende to charge ---
she catches
his face, 
his beard,
his breath;
stealing its petals with her teeth, she spins!
Dared to take it back,
he comes,
seizing the dusk with...Read More

The town of Wiarton is small and quaint.
There is a lot of history here.
Lots of buildings from the past;
Explore them to your heart's content.

There is a park where children like to play;
It is their favourite place to be.
On hot days...Read More

You let me down friend,
as your spring sprung and my life
flashed before my eyes.
...Read More

People think plants are not violent 
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that...Read More

Choosing a course of action that you have
Options may be abound but are they right
Making the right decission should be easy
Maybe you should just stop to think about
Once you take that course of action do you
Need to think it through...Read More

I've been working really hard.
And I haven't done a thing.
The answer to the riddle isn't signaled with a ding.

Professions and confessions leave the door a bit ajar.
I've traveled many places, I've not gotten very far.
The only way to get there...Read More

As I look back I see a girl
She is at a quinceanera practice 
She suffers from leukemia.

Like a bright star from heaven
The sun and water brought life
Then leukemia drained it
It’s sharper than a knife

To see her alive is blissful
Her light...Read More