he only way to start the party is to run my finger over the keys and see what pops up on the computer screen. I will call this poem Until Closing Time.
Category Archives: Poems
The Hand of the Machine
The only way to start the party is to run my finger over the keys and see what pops up on the computer screen. I will call this poem The Hand of the Machine.
Small Town at the End of the World
The only way to start the party is to run my finger over the keys and see what pops up on the computer screen. I will call this poem Small Town at the End of the World
Take Care of Your Body
Medical science has come a long way, but they haven’t been able to eliminate old age. I suspect they never will. Until then, Take Care of Your Body.
Windmills
he only way to start the party is to run my finger over the keys and see what pops up on the computer screen. I will call this poem Windmills.
Sleeping in the Woods
The only way to start the party is to run my finger over the keys and see what pops up on the computer screen. I will call this poem Sleeping in the Woods.
Dead Muses
The dead people I am writing these poems for are fictional characters. There will be no shedding of tears during their composition. I will call his group of Epitaph Poems, Voices from the Dead Muses.
Strange Murmurings
The pattern used in creating this verse is a type of call and response. It is fun to read them out loud. I call this poem Strange Murmurings.
Water Lilies
The pattern used in creating this verse is a type of call and response. It is fun to read them out loud. I call this poem Water Lilies.
Shades of Green
The pattern used in creating this verse is a type of call and response. It is fun to read them out loud. I call this poem Shades of Green.