Sometimes I think the poem, "This Is Not My Life," was mistitled because, like it or not, it was the life I was living at the time. After 2 years in Nashville, I was flat broke and my songwriting aspiration…
I'm continuing to post a poem every day in celebration of National Poetry Month. Today's poem is "The Way I Love You," the closing poem in "Raised in the Shadow" and perhaps the most hopeful poem in that 24 year…
There was someone in my life many years ago who was a magician, though I didn't realize it at the time. Occasionally, she comes to mind and this is my poem for her.
If you're anything like me, you keep adding things to the list of things you added yesterday to your list of things to do, even though a half-dozen things from last Tuesday's list of things remain incomplete, pushing the limit…