Once upon a time As the story is told we happened Knowing our love would never grow old No Soft-spoken whispers Just cries of longing Taking each other by storm For once feeling like belonging In all our desperate cries Of yearning We knew our time Would not last for long For like the summers… Continue reading Longing



I’ve had a theory for a long time that as years pass and we look back on our personal history and at the people and events that have come and gone in our lives, we develop something I call compressed remembrance. It’s a feeling that something that occurred many years before happened only yesterday. Time… Continue reading Memories

The Poet, Not the Politician. Please Pass the Idiom.

I have also decided that you cannot make a political essayist out of a poet, at least not a happy poet. I have spent the last few months primarily writing about politics and particularly