All of my work — agod — Welcome to the Library of Me. Bookmark & Browse at your leisure. Thank you for visiting. Have an amazing day! If you are short on time, here is a list of my favorite pieces. I Become You And So I Write Unnumbered Sheep Dreaming of Bookshelves Touch Me I Want to Be A Moment of Peace What is Poetry? I Will Run The Devil’s…

THE MANY WAYS OF MY WHY — And so I write… When the world sleeps whether actually or in my mind where only quiet exists so that I can finally hear the sound of the knock of the ones who deliver the words from worlds I only know when I am still. And so I write… To free…

from CRAVE 2: Forbidden Secrets I remember your smell from before I knew you. The taste of our first kiss was something I recalled, like a distant memory. When you touch me it’s as if I’m awake for the first time free to live all the dreams I have collected, like finding a…

The Sandman is on Vacation — I haven’t slept for days… My thoughts are soft swirls of purple haze. In the middle, a minotaur, minding a maze. Within a labyrinth of many ways, I rage at the mirror that reflects my gaze. Tired torpedoes fall silently still As attacks become naps of necessity’s thrill. Energy arrives late, completely…

Visual Poetry — …less visually appealing… A RIVER FLOWS WITH NO MIND TO GUIDE IT, YET IT TRICKLES THROUGH TIME AND TICKLES AND WINDS THROUGH A CANYON — ETCHING INSIDE IT. WHO IS WITHOUT AWE UPON SEEING SUCH BEAUTY FROM WATER FLOWING FREELY, DEVOID OF DESTINY OR DUTY? — agod

She calls for Me — She calls for me quite cooly as if I were one of her own, as if she downright birthed me and could surely call me home, to that place where I yet to wander far from this field I roam. What curtains of night can be drawn upon my head, to…

On a journey home — Sometimes we forget just how far we’ve fallen like a star no longer longing for the bedrock that was its home. What are we without wings but no more than humans simply being with aspirations for what lies beyond where stars belong. Is not our nature to nurture the need to…

Gratitude in Being — Some sunrises are so beautiful, barely can we break the spell that sends us to our knees in weeping awe, gleaming with gratitude. Some sunsets are impossibly perfect, as if painted to persuade us to pause, to reflect, keeping us awed— color stunned, connected. What if we could see them all at…

A love poem — I remember back before I knew you and can imagine you in all your different ways… you are the stranger’s smile — I knew you before I knew you. When my clouds are grumpy or angry or just moving too fast you provide the calm reminder to breathe. When it…