Just published, Book III

SEA GLASS SOUL - Invisible Colors, Poems and Paintings

My poetry and Pat Morgan's art - available at,
The Sea Glass Poetry Trilogy is now complete.

Monday, November 28, 2011


My morning walk, so important to me,
Alone with the dark as comfort,
Mondays always into town
Passing poorly maintained
Row houses, then
Without announcement,
Chained to a paint chipped porch,
Two old rusted bikes grab my attention,
Token-less transportation
Better than walking to work.

Inside the journeymen sleep
Dreaming their wishful fantasies,
At best, a kaleidoscopic future.
I understand so little of their lives,
How they survive, feed their children,
Save for a kitchen table or toaster oven.
I’m outside, but I know in my head, I
Need them, their youth, energy, optimism.
They need me too, to pay cash and
Not abuse their delicate dreams.

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