I look at the telephone and hope that you will ring In the morning I wonder where you are But I find other things to do. Things are going...

Golfing in Wales

Blue Pete

The Holy Ones

Winter Guitar

The River

Sri Chitanya and Sri Guru

An opaline disc radiates the water’s edge And mirrors its glare; Highlighting the dusty scum there; Persistent gnats batter unheard. Ju...

Milling crowd, A distant bell Full moon silhouetting The world on its shell. A shell from the silver ocean Screeching of the white gu...

On light feet squirrels stow chocolate brown acorns To and from the black oak’s darkening In the diaphanous shadows at wood’s edge. Dou...

Swirling updraft spin--- Tender, graceful the wing--- His white cotton cap; black shining eye tilting to the cliffsfall sheer. Suspe...

One Irish Rover

Through an oaken door Down a corridor I marvel at the children’s play So animated and cruel. The poet too observes with his pale, inno...

Shrine 3

Two of Us Self Portrait

Blue Breast 2 Self Portrait

Prologue When you were young, shiny and new Clamoring to be seen To be picked up Taken home/thrown into use Your faces smeared with in...

Sea Crawler Self Portrait

Music and the Sea Self Portrait

Man, thy walk, is but a little flight and Change of scene You find yourself in the same water again and again. From surf to surf Esca...

I. Pagan Fete Having traversed many miles Of flowery fields who shout their yellow songs to the open sky I came to the foothills of the...

I came to live by the sea; by strange force (her logic broke me like waves; constantly). Days in the misty surf--- bright figures i...

Self Portrait Self Portrait

The day crunched to a start.

The day crunched to a start.