Poem.

Gardening tips, vegetables, flowers, and garden stories. Visit my garden in the dead of winter, house, home and garden, in the late seasons of the year, as fall turns into winter.

It is your life, to live as you please but don’t waste with regrets. Live each as if your last and dream of days to come…

A loving tribute to a dear friend’s mother.

Just trying a new style of poetry.

A pantoum poem about the beauty of sunsets in nature.

A neighborhoods is a curious entity. Mine is the last stretch of the South Shore Drive. We don’t borrow cups of sugar but we do have much in common.

Hope letter.

This is my ode to all that God has created. There is no end to the diversity and variations which abide consistent in every design and detail. Like things that are green – how many different shades of green are out there? That’s how little we know about God’s creations which explain His nature.

A poem about the Mississippi where my dad loved to fish, and where his ashes got spread.