children burst from the earth right outside my door not waiting to be picked

A Strange Man Named Hicks


There once was a strange man named Hicks Who yearned to create limericks...

Inspiration and Perspiration


Write, revise Write, revise Right? Revise, write Revise, write Revise. Right?

Poem: My Chocolate


The warmth of his hands that wrap mine in the winters of Valentine love, The tall body that pulls my eyes to recognize him from behind and far away, The name that I call out just to hear his strong unique voice, The gentle look in his eyes that melt my sensations,      He’s become the replacement of my milk chocolates...