A Poem is Meant
What would be the use, without you? The poem would float free of hearing to a land that needs no...
My Places and I
When I lived near the river, its song sang through me, and I felt the tickle of its burble in...
Sonnet for my Sister
The day has ended sweetly with my sister near. I do not take for granted as the sun descends the...
Wisconsin June
Another June and once again I love this elegant world and every bit of its bravest bounty. I dance like...
