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.

Sunday, April 28, 2013


I was never very young,  
But that doesn’t mean
I was never naïve.
I was foolish enough to think
My thinking was sound
Though in reality
It was simply prideful pomp.
My high school photo
Showed my banker’s stare,
It saved me much trouble,
No miniskirted girls
Looking for a good time
Ever passed me notes.
My youth
Was my chance
To make mini mistakes
With only small penalties to pay.
If I had been bolder,
My adventures would have been grander.
The costs would have been steeper.
I seek no second youth,
No chance to do it again,
To decide between mini and grand.
For me, living without lament
Is a satisfying grace.

Watercolor by Pat Morgan

Sunday, April 21, 2013


Brothers are like billiard balls
Banging against each other
Bing, bang no harm done,
Blood washes away,
Bones heal.

Insults and headlocks
Are common.
Mom, always there, ignores most,
But occasionally snaps, followed
By silence cold as artic ice.

Brotherly bonds grow strong,
Become woven steel.
Brothers cause
Little need for

I bruise easily,
Heal slowly,
Realize now
My loss -
No billiard brothers.

Sunday, April 7, 2013


Will you sing me a show tune,
Lighten my heart
As I sit front row
Waiting to die?

Sing me “You’ll Never Walk Alone”
Since I am so scared.
If I don’t comfort you, it’s because
I need comforting.

I may even turn away,
Ashamed I’m not stronger.
I used to be the one singing,
“You’ve Got to be Taught.”

Just don’t sing me,
“Climb Every Mountain.”
I’m so tired, there’ll be
No curtain call.

Sing me a show tune
So I can hum along
Until it’s over.

from  SEA GLASS SOUL – Invisible Colors (Book III)