Remembering makes going on easier.

They still have life

Where I write influences what I create

Why is Email so important? Why does is endure?

The jogging of sense, memory and the body on an early morning run.

Life is there if we are open to it.

Word association and poetry. The cycle of life in verbs and nouns.

Are we full of potential? Or are we what we are, with no room for growth?

How much does our sonic landscape sculpt our lives?

Every Thursday is garbage day. Every Thursday I forget.

Letters represent words, meanings and ideas. Or is there more to them than that?

Retiree Arthur Tyson had looked forward to a good life in Fallon. That is until the old Vicky hovered into town, bringing trouble from his past.

What does the future do while waiting for the present?

Mankind has been invaded both from within and from beyond. Salvation lays with one man who is both, Hero and Anti-hero, while he searches for others of his own kind.

Who are we when we lose all identifying facts to our life? For those who sometimes wake up bewildered.

How many of us can make life or death decisions? About those who didn't survive 9-11

What happens in the chain of dusk to sleep?

Can one change their life? Or must one seek a new direction?

When the improbable becomes possible

There are no perfect poems. Only perfect moments.

Which is stronger, truth, or the hunt for its existence?

What is the source of bad luck? How do we fight it?

Writing poetry is hard. Reciting it - even harder, but for who?

Ambassador Alain and Princess Syona Marcello meet in a dream, but soon find they are not alone. A nightmarish creature of infamous renown waits.

Concret poetry. Every Cliché has its day.

The search for a metaphor through memory and sense

Strength is not in size, but in surviving existence.

Every utopia needs a good kick in the butt.

Why do animals keep thier distance from us? What is it a measurement of?

No matter how bad you have it. Someone has it worse.

The ebb and flow of the world can never be tamed. Only ridden.

It's been said that you can't take it with you. I'd like to think that memory is one thing you can

sometimes a poem can be about how hard it is to write one.

What in this life are we alloted? What do we spend it on?

Do animals have a spirtual sense, or are they divinely secular? Odd things you think about when you can't pay attention in church

When in grad school I used to drive from L.A. to Portland, OR twice a year. Nearly a thousand miles through the California desert.

Distance separates us from the conflicts of the world. We can only offer hope.

Despite the violence in the Middle-East, suicide bombers, I'd still like to live to a hundred

I recently joined a gym. My wife rolls her eyes.

A poet (or another kind of fool) once said: Love can move matter, but hope makes it float

Does life help us write poetry, or does poetry help us deal with life?

Space is infinite. How many of us notice what lies between?

When confronted with ourselves do we real know who we are?

How do we know what's real if technology can't provide the answer?

Hope defered makes the heart sick. But not this heart.

Home is the accepting of what is around us.

The strongest impressions can be found in the little things in life.

In our own unique way we can sense the passage of time.

What is the line between object and symbol? How real are both?

Our will is the only true strength we have.

The sounds of the New Jersey skies on a single immortal day

What is the price of memory?

Haiku number three. Cafe sketches of one of my favorite Philadelphia diners

Number two in a series of haikus

Number one in a series of haikus

A view of Camden, New Jersey

Never get into a fight with someone bigger than you.

How many of us know why we're here? Sometimes we have to dream the answer.

I've never been able to give charity on the streets. There are some things money can not buy

Between the beats of a day there is silence. Just listen.

Whenever they cut down a forest to build a stripmall, they call it progress. I wonder why? A homage to the indigenous people of the Americas

A challenge and stand against cruelty

Sometimes poems aren't written, but happen by accident

Why is race still a factor in love? There are no degrees of separation, just one lineage.

Everyday small things can do a lot

To understand the world we have to see it from a distance.

Can words really describe the meaning of life, or do they hunt at something more?

Once I almost killed myself by lighting a faulty gas grill. That'll get you to think about things differently

Existence is bigger than we think