Mother Teresa sent her message out
in the bent and broken bodies
writhing as fuel to fill her soul
Category Archives: Short Poems
The Game of Craps
The world is a gamble,
In jest we place our bets
and wink at destiny
as hopeful players do
in this the game of craps.
I Looked for You
I looked for you
in places we used to go,
I returned, I had seen,
and was conquered.
The Plunge
Around her I was Icarus
with wings alight and burnt to nubs,
now glowing as embers and garnets
as I slowly descend into the adjust
of knowing there is no longer an us
and longing to submit to the plunge.
My Sweet English
There are so many languages to love,
but only one English to prize
and take into ones arms with such fondness
as to spark flames of passion high
as angels might fancy to fly, my dear.
Children Spinning
In youths youngest hour comes the dawn
and we whirl around at the sky,
and being young and in love
