This is what my poems mean to and what they do to help heal whatever confusions within…. They paint that picture for my thoughts to be seen clear as air to everyone who continues to stare…

The mystery of you.

As I quickly approach middle-age (or maybe I’m already there, but in deep denial), I’ve begun wishing I could show some young person the easiest way to get through life. If only I could provide them a map with the right route clearly marked.

25/07/2009.

For,at,in,out,inside,outside.

I want to know everything without anything.

A little poem.

A floating poem. Each line of this poem came to me on a different day.

Roast of Dora the Explorer.

A poem about a person driven by hate.