"The Alphabet of Our Love" written in Alpha Beta, a poem in which each line begins with a consecutive letter of the alphabet
"I Was Not There" written in Free Verse
Seldom have I seen a finer portrait of married love.
Like day and night, the one defines the other, and yet they cannot coexist.
Can I seek joy, satisfaction, without my love?
The dawning sky with all its brilliant hue will soon be gone...
Can you imagine what it must be like to forget your past?
A Tritina about love
In the spirit of Walt Whitmas, a "song of myself."
Sunny Sunday afternoon— perfect time to sway in the hammock, staring blankly into the foliage that towers above me and dances to the music of my mind....