A Father’s Lament
Staring at the ceiling as silent tears from the corners of my eyes roll quickly down, leaving tracks…
Staring at the ceiling as silent tears from the corners of my eyes roll quickly down, leaving tracks…
The following poem was written and recited to me by my 9 1/2 year-old daughter for Father’s Day,…
Am I dead in this life? I am alive in the next? Do I come alive after I…
This is the photograph that became the inspiration for this painting. It was taken outside the arena at…
Lost in illusion, inside my head. Faking a smile, while feeling dead. Voices that scream, make not a…
“Memory”  Colored Pencils   4×6 inches   ©1986 A little throw back Thursday art from my college days.I believe this…
I am the moon; so distant and cold, wise and silent. Hung in the void of eternity I…
America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be…
My latest adventure is as follows. I have recently joined the website All Poetry and have submitted a…