I was first inspired with reading and writing poetry during my first year
at college. While I didn't do well in creative writing class, the class
worked well in me, and I've since found a sort of therapy and solace in
As Bashô, a seventeenth century Japanese Zen poet, wrote:
The poem only exists while it's on the writing desk. By the
time the ink has dried, it should be recognized as a mere scrap of
While the value is in the writing, not in the written,
I like to canonize what I write on my web site.
It isn't that I think my poetry is great-- or even good, but
you can't make web pages without content.
My poems are listed in chronological order, with the earliest ones first.
To the Mortal Artemis
Like is Stronger Than Love
I Hate Poetry
Three Drunks on a Florida Beach
Shining Pale at Midnight
Tears for the Lost Ones
How Trees are Made
The Missing Poster
Weaving Without Wings
Oft my Heart Memory Wanes
For My Friend...
Daddy Getting Kicked
The Day's Shadows
On Watching Three Ravens
Too Short to Title
They Laugh at Jokes only They Appreciate
Death of a Squirrel
Ode to a Yellow Love Lost
Now and Then
Scribblings Found in an Old Notebook
Visiting Darol for the Last Time