My Writing, A Few Samples


True Life Ghost Stories
Our Sea Saga about sailing around the world
Memoir of a Marriage in Poetry


13 Ways of Looking at Dying, Just Before, and the Moment After – Story Published in Cobalt Review

Us Ancient – Story Published in Drunk Monkeys

When Things Go Missing – Story Published in Unchartered Frontiers

Looking For Bobby – Story Published in Bareback Lit

Fine and Shimmering– Short Story, a favorite


Night Crossing, Sea of Cortez

The sea appears so simple

With a dark, indulgent face,

The stars there twice reflected

Like a world spun out of space.
Our sloop shoots through the cosmos,

Through a mute and moonless night,

Our wake a fiery comet

Streaming effervescent light.
With all the universe inert

We slip from star to star,

Then reach across the Milky Way

Toward galaxies afar.

Eons swirl, light-years unfurl

And none can still our flight,
Leaping toward the infinite to
Apprehend the light.

This poem was set to music by composer Troy Armstrong.  The choral arrangement is hauntingly beautiful.  He calls it “Swimming Among the Stars”. You can listen HERE

Read the blog post where Troy found the poem: Swimming Among the Stars

On a Bus to Papeete

Wind through the window
Streaming through my hair

I in my stillness
Hurtling through the air

Trees and grasses and roads bending

Faces with flowers and houses blending

Objects like petals on a dark stream, streaming

through me, leave me, clean

and empty as a hollow reed, still
faintly ringing with the rhapsody of being

Read about what inspired this poem: Into the Flow, Mountain Top and Market Place Experiences

Garden in Moorea

Walking among flowers,
drowning in scent,

petals assault me,
cool and bent.

Pistils are pounding,
stamens stab,

colors colliding
stun and grab.

Walking among flowers,
I die a sweet death.

Bloodied and trampled,
borne by my last breath,

I lay like a light
on the garden wall,

then swooping, swallow
flowers and all.

Read more about this poem, what inspired me here: Walking Among Flowers

Isle of Pines (Vanuatu)

There is a path
green and thin
that wends away
and wheels me in,
rising, falling, tree
by tree, lanced by
light through sward
and leaf, breathing
pines that breathe
in me like heady wine
flowing free, green
above and green
below, no in no out,
no high no low, wind
like water everywhere
I walk on water, float
on air, drifting mindless
round the bend, bursting
out bursting in.
Read more about what inspired this poem here: Wheeling Away on the Isle of Pines

Like Flowers Falling Everywhere, A Morning Prayer

Everywhere I look I see you,

I see us. This fragile hand,

this blue pen, this yellow pad.

These fingers gently folded,

Embracing the eagerness of

your movements across the page.

This tender paper accepting

All we write. These words that

rise up and lay down, so simple.

You are what I feel. This beating heart,

this circling breath, this wide sphere of

silence that enfolds us. Your soft sigh.

The day waits. It pours out of us whole

and clear, unending. How kind you are.

Kindness like flowers falling everywhere.

Once Upon a Time, A Poem

In an eon, will Trumpism portend another Troy, a Trojan horse whose armies eviscerated a City of light?

Will we be the stuff of legends, our tropes and memes edging pages of ancient texts on crumbling shelves?

Will waves gently lap against the skirts of Liberty and docile doves nestle in her hair?

Will salmon swim upstream through city streets, and coral reefs grow in our gardens?

Will the long roots of forests thrum with our stories etched in rings around their trunks?

Will the mocking bird remember our voices? Or the songbirds our songs?

Will crickets by moonlight rub their feet together filling the night with memories of our violins?

Will tiny children perched in trees suckle strange fruit, while the bent backs of their elders forage below?

Will the skies with bows of beauty still bend round us? Will the stars cast spears of light upon our heads?

Will the Eagle with its soaring eye see us? Will we see it? And remember how

The long, slow, widening arc of its wings drew round us, once up a time, so long ago.

7 thoughts on “My Writing, A Few Samples”

  1. I enjoyed the poetry on your writing-dedicated site. It’s beautiful. We seem to share similar notions about nature and its holiness (if I can use that term). I encourage you to read Albert Camus’ early lyrical essays. My favorite prose passage of all time is from his essay ‘Summer in Algiers’ and reads: “But to be pure means to rediscover that country of the soul where one’s kinship with the world can be felt, where the throbbing of one’s blood mingles with the violent pulsations of the afternoon sun.” Nature does indeed seem sacred. I suppose we’re pagans. Personally, I think being a nature-loving heathen is one of the best ways to live.

    • Thank you. Cody. So glad you went to my writing site and liked the poetry. I would use that word holiness too when I feel immersed in nature. I love that line from Camus you wrote–just beautiful. I’ll check out his poetry and the rest of that essay too. Thank you for bringing to it to me.

  2. I like going through your website. So much interesting information, feelings and thoughts at the same time. Congratulation and keep it up.

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