A limerick.

I think of water in this way.

A poem about being free, as the title says. I hope you like it.

Poem of love.

"How few,
those who are alive
I lived a really great love,
how few we were born
so here in this world
and how many
dead live their lives by themselves,
blazed souls
The steps of any great love.
Why?

A future where we need to leave home.

Corals, pure beauty, beckon me ahead; light glimmers down from far above my head…

How I cut my knee on the sea floor as a child.

Another way of looking at the way we live our lives.

A poem about pollution.