2009 E-Book Poetry


Last Words Out

Bridge to Love

February Nights



Maybe You’ll Shine

Six O’clock Whistle


The Archeology of Sound

Candles and Cognac

Would You Say You’re in Love

Between Christmas and Thanksgiving

New Hard Times

Come Over You

No More Words

Tiny Pricks

Birthday in the Sun

It’s Just a Kiss Away

Kissing Your Neck

Corduroy, Fleece and Flannel

Who Do Voodoo on You

A Prescribed Ego

Lemons and Limes

Women and Wine

No More Bones for You

the Power of a Daydream


a Graveyard Gives

Beside the River

Everyday Americans

Wish You No Harm

Wooden Floors

Ride Away


Two Wastes of Life

In Bed at Cheteau Marmont

Jim Sheridan Took My Shirt

Perfect July Nite in L.A.

Independent Lens

Ah, Saturdays

Where It All Begins

If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve

and That’s Why She’s Always



Rock & Roll Music

Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History

Friday at 3:00 a.m.

The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play

Front Porch

The Devil’s Music

Young Love

Sunny Sunshine

Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do


Escort Economy

Pink Red Dress

Behind the Waterfall


The Ledger

Expanding Universe

Supportive Hope

Johnny English and the Aliens

Christmas Barrette

Max's Kansas City

one pay check away

be my everyday

Take the Change

i don't even know her name

be myself

Black Magik Blood


Morning Sun

Wolf Hollow Inn


Poetry 101: Ecstatic Vision

D.C. Blues

Dear Pittsburgh Penguins

a Hot Mess

Yeah You

The Graveyard Gives

Way back in the woods down paths and trails

Where snakes live and some bobcats and deer

There's a small graveyard for Revolutionary War

Soldiers and some of their family on a bluff above

The fertile valley and what the English interpreted

As "Crow's Run" which it is still called today ... It

Was named so by Native Americans because there

Were so many crows that used the tall hemlocks that

Once interspersed the Valley as a natural sanctuary

Resting and nesting there above the large stream and

Nearby river - (a land full of all kinds of natural resources)

Today one may wonder why a graveyard is in such a spot

And when people don't know - they speculate in tales

But, of course, there's a history that explains the ghosts

The land there has a love-fest with these strong spirits

Shape-shifters, mixed blood of French, Irish and Indians

Homesteads, raids, wild animals, revolutionary war heroes

And further east outside of Philadelphia there's a graveyard

Located by where Merck & Co has some big corporate offices

It is there I did sit and read some of Wallace Fowlie's book

Modern French Poets and slept a bit under a tree in grass

With old tombstones and monuments and a sky blue sky

There's something a graveyard gives that's ... ... ... ...

Of life and death there's the appreciation of energy and of

Life and death itself --- the living --- the dying --- life.

Death. Alive we strive for what?! Driving down the highway

With the windows down and the river on one side of me and

A concrete block wall overgrown with a variety colorful weeds

Yeah, just today, listening to Dylan's Knocking on Heaven's Door

How it sweetly, poetically reminds us of our mortal connection

(Dylan's version is best but he'd say Jerry Garcia did it better)

And there's something in the unknown knowledge of death that

Makes us want to live and be so alive - And yet by be-ing oh so

Alive there's something that makes us wanna die and maybe OD

On some pills taken down by some Jameson's Irish Whiskey or

Maybe in an unfinished basement cutting your veins longways

And bleeding blood - Loving life and wanting death with a smile.