Thank you to Storm and her team for publishing three of my poems in The Writers and Readers Magazine today.






















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Planes Within The Plains

The industry of Wichita

sky fliers

outsiders come to build planes

from the upstate part of

New York

with its rolling hills

outside of Albany

to its

high rises of the Big Apple

serious men and women

who understood wings and

fuselage, would-be modern day Da Vincis

and others as wanna-be

Wilburs

Orvilles and Amelias

twenty four hours of riveting,

flaps and

landing gears built to specs

aircraft knowledge passed down

from local

parent to child

Seattle cousins coming

temporarily

to help meet deadlines

giant manufactories

born of vision

to see the world from the sky.

What Words Mean

Great ideas in a single word,

such as the term ‘honor’ heard.

We seek to find this within,

using all our discipline.

We must adjust self-control,

Keeping courage in our souls.

Renown becomes decency.

Fairness pours forth easily.

How Do I Dream?

I gazed with wonder and delight

as the fall of monsters shook the Earth,

and effervescent spirits

became balanced between nowhere and now.

I forgave the winds, 

and the Undines, 

those elemental beings of water,

those paper tigers.

I walked through a door

of many colors.

Its soft archway still and grand,

and saw novel birds atop golden branches.

I saw a fly within its webbed cell.

On the ground, lay hatched fragile shells

but, no hatchlings were near.

A silent coil of that forgiven wind

lifted my hair ever so gently.

A clear horn blew from atop a shut temple,

and all the caves began to sing.

Within the heart of their song,

they said to me,

”Carry all the love you have collected,

and spread it on the fields of tomorrow.”

And, I slept within a sparrow’s nest

as the night light died,

and all heavenly visions were seen,

I, me, mine.