moses of my own soul

i went to Boston yesterday my wife loves the city the beauty of buildings crafted back when there was craft boats bounce on the water next to high rise hotels no one I know can afford cold wind as harsh as hell we spend $70.00 of the little we have left to survive here no … Continue reading

A Vision of Change

early evening of fall just barely chilly night holds all that will ever be held in place for me again as i am splattered across the milky way i want to sparkle like the star i traveled here from, want to light up the night sky with my splendid demise a small big bang a … Continue reading

Crisis and Opportunity

bashed in computer criminal intent tears shed loss accepted the end of an era beginning of a new that will not be denied though there is a small group that hates my brother sending me one of his my son rigging the old and holding my hand on the new venture adventure there is a … Continue reading

Moving Back to Maine

guess it’s time to write anew poem about ending all the old life is priced with blue painting tape tags twenty-five cents dishes we ate on and the pans of the wrm way i used to cook, 2 dollars for the sheets we used to make love on, a dolla for the tender mercy of … Continue reading