Dedicated to my household plants.

A song of soil.

A poem poking fun at how inconsistent late spring and early summer weather can be.

The title of this free verse poem happens to be what one person says to a friend waiting for that person to come out of the pool.

An elegy for Erwin Rommel.

A poem I wrote inspired by a quote from a poem. Originally written November 19, 2004 Upon further research into the quote, I don't know where the source is from, haha. I vaguely remember it being from some kind of assignment in high school, but I can't find anything to directly source it to, but I'm keeping it the way I wrote it in my notebook. Enjoy!

The first part "Om" tells the story of how the world was created according to the Vedic scriptures - from subtle sound. The sound Om is described to contain in itself the whole universe much like a zip-file. The second part "I'm just a piano" depicts how a soul located in a body of a musician feels the music coming from somewhere, through the body and out into the world.

spring is here, up and blooming.

Spider spins their web, but is it food or something else wanted by the eight-legged insect?

Like CAT and DOG, GUINEA PIG is an acrostic poem about guinea pigs I wrote for National Poetry Month 2025. Before, I never thought I'd write anything about them, but since I've had one of my own for a few years now, I knew it was only fair. My cats and dogs got poems, so now it's time my guinea pig get one.

An ode for hairless apes

A poem about mourning doves

We compromise on the seasons.

Standing in a snowy field.

A poem about the circle of life and death.

Nighttime has such potential. THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY STORIES, BUT ANYONE WHO CONTACTS ME ABOUT ILLUSTRATING MY STORIES WILL BE BLOCKED. THANKS, BUT I AM NOT INTERESTED.

A Lune poem about crashing waves in the ocean scenes

A Lune scenery poem about a mild and windy monsoon storm

A Lune poem about a thunderstorm scenery

I was wondering? O finding something! Some music! I wanted it so special. So peculiar. So different! Like it is some sort of cuddler,

A haiku using the feral child literature trope about a child raised by wolves.

I once lived far from where the color change for fall and I learned I deeply missed the changing of the seasons, so while I was living in FL, I wrote this.

A Lune poem about dancing in the dusken night

A Lune poem about dancing under a dawn sky

A poem of the acceptance of impermanence, and dare I say... the beauty of the temporal.