A poem between two secret lovers.

None.

The Secret Of A Happy Life Is Not Just To Live Long, But To Live Well.

Mysterious round.

Once in a while a night may shine in the past, probably a dance under the sky, on a summer day you do remember.

Limerick.

Love may be a powerful emotion, but it’s power is intensified when our emotions collide with our physical senses.

Poem of jealousy.

Someone trying to figure out a way to discover personal joy in their daily life.

I recently wrote this poem about sitting in the hospital with my brother when he had brain cancer. It sort of happened in a stream-of-consciousness moment, and I kept it just the way it was. I didn’t know it was going to wrap back around to the final lines of my best poem, written years ago, "Impending Spring." I’m glad I finally wrote this.