I’ll fall in love with you and then you’ll become something better, something greater, and I’ll find myself unworthy of your love. Are You… Just A Girl; no never and this is the reason you’ll never love me, no not ever.

A series of original short poems that came "off the top of my head" today.

I listened to her songs and her laughter, I endured her silent treatment, and I even heard her fear and her lies. The Sound of Carrion… sweet sounds of decay because after you have heard such a siren’s song really what else is there worth listening to?

A poem about Mortal Sin.

An ode to virginity maybe, to have never danced before but who shall I ask to dance with me tonight. What if I finally had a partner I talk so much about dancing but I’ve never tried before. “Dance Moves” soon or later we all have to learn right…

For Natasha Piletich
(Henry V, Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival – 2002)

My sweet fairy, my dancing and singing bird, my dimpled siren…

A tale of love found after much time and effort and patience…

A critical analysis of the poem, Siren Song by Margaret Atwood.

An ode, of sorts.
Part of my forthcoming "Life as we know it" series.