There are moments—on the trail, in the quiet of morning, or during some turning point in life—when a few lines can express something a whole book can’t. This space is for those moments. Each poem here is an attempt to capture what I was feeling, seeing, or trying to understand at the time. Some are inspired by nature, some by family or the people I meet, and others by stirrings on the outskirts of conscious thought.
Of Meter and Rhyme: Most Recent Poems
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Be Your Authentic Self But a presence you'll lack, they said,Escape this new world,… -
The Flyman's Cast There's an eddy in the Pemiwhere if a flyman plays… -
There's a Mountain I Climb There's a mountain I climbfor no other cause,than for me… -
The Sun's Too Bright I couldn't stop lookingthough it hurt my eyes,so brilliant was… -
The Wolf Tree Where the new wood grows,out past Caesar's Brook,stands an old… -
The Great Pendulum Our feet slipped there a bit,knocked out by a tidal… -
Cigarettes and Dreams She looked like cigarettes and dreams.The search for that one… -
The Right Answer "How do you want to be remembered?" she asked,knowing full… -
Ballast for the Starlight Sometimes, when I am out on the trail,pushing,for no reason… -
The Fulcrum For some, you'll never be angry enough.Never clean enough.Never correct… -
The Artist Eighty years he lived,a man of principle. Of responsibility.Waiting for… -
The Right Light Can you see it over there? Through the evergreenand billowed… -
Soundwaves of the Soul They caught my eye today for the first time,like tree… -
Where Footprints End Word came in, not from the news but our phones,messages… -
Before You Begin You don't write for the glory,you don't write for the… -
That One Perfect Thing I don't want to die,so I'm not going to die.I'm… -
A Mind Is Not Writ I've seen the bright become dim,the dim become bright,and those… -
Messages You're not the first one to really see it, you… -
The Reluctant Of all the people, in all the world,how did you… -
American Myopia the eighties are gonethe nineties are gonewhat are we so… -
It's Never Enough I'd take a thousand years of it and a thousand… -
The Depth of the Zone How could they miss that, they gripe.Why can't they see?Who's… -
A Ghost on the Trail He came upon me like a ghost,a wisp of wind… -
Waiting for My Change "Fifteen dollars," he said,which widened my eyes.I knew there'd be… -
The Devil's Skin I never took a good look before. I suppose I… -
You Were Meant to Feel it All What did you think would happen?You take one pill to… -
Escape? You've tried so hardto escape the duty. And the pain.To… -
In the Woods In the woods I see thingsthat others cannot see,beyond the… -
Sun and Thunder I was high up on the trail when I heard… -
The Words When you're ready, they will be here,waiting by your bedside,…
Poetry Plans
Poetry has always been a favorite of mine. From the first time I tried writing one, I have found the exercise of crafting a poem to be very rewarding. It paints a picture in my mind of a moment that’s hard to capture through any other medium. Over time, I’m looking forward to publishing several collections—mostly inspired by nature and the beautiful world we get to enjoy.
