You must be the loneliest figure the world has ever known.

A poetic description of what I’d like my future wife’s heart to be like.

This is a poem I wrote for my dying father…

MAN, SAND, MILK-MAN, POST BOX, GOD.

Pondering life at one moment at the beach.

Love sonnet.

Capitalism under siege.

Poem about abject poverty.

A poem about the winding road of life.

Something to think about for the use of ketchup. I wander what else ketchup can do.