(November 1979) Not sight, nor sound Could ever equal the beauty That my eyes and mind have found In the slender of today. We came from two different worlds Yet together our hearts sang And our lives became twirled Like the symbol, Yin and Yang. It does no good to pretend That which you neither…

(March 1982) As I lay here With nothing to do In a photo I saved I look at you. The warmth of your bed I no longer share Makes my heart ache On my soul it does wear. My life is so lonely You’re my one and only glow With each passing day missing you…

“Can I go out and play with my new B-B gun?” I asked. My Uncle looked over and replied, “It’s a gun and it ain’t for playing.”  He went back to reading the Humboldt Beacon. “I could use some help clearing off the table, Tommy,” my Aunts voice from the kitchen, then she added, “Then…

(January 1979) The morning’s cold and gray. Heavy and lonely with jus’ me. Before the sun rises, a new day, To hide a tear they mustn’t see. A hug, a kiss, and a goodbye wave. I hate leaving those that I love, But it’s their world we must save, To trade the Eagle for the…

(March 1982) The word of love We spoke too fast Hoping for something That would not last. The love of our life Gone but not forgotten I’d have made you my wife Your memory lingers on. How the thought pains me Your wanting to break up Like the words you see In the verses I’ve…

(February 1996) Snappin’ out a bronc, Feel yer heart a beatin’ Chokin’ back on the dust.

(July 1976) Your heart may be like a dove, But mine is like a sparrow; It takes no time for me to love, So quickly Cupid aims his arrow. Even thought two hearts shattered And from those feeling love’s through, I am and will always be flattered By having been able to say ‘I love…

(March 1, 1986) Tonight I shaved off my mustache, Looking at the same old face (in the mirror;) Like seeing the same old spot on the wall, Drives you crazy as you keep on staring. The days go so fast around me And the nights like a dragging anchor. My body gets too tired to…

(August 1977) The door knob is dented. The door is closed, Waiting to be opened. It remains darkened And musty behind it. It is opened. Clothes hanging, All well used. Coats and jackets. And books. Cramped and dusty; An old grads’ gown. And more books, About years gone-by. Moments and memories. An American flag; Holes…

“Open the door,” Adam yelled, “Before I smash it in!” He stood on the outside of the trailer after I had tricked him into stepping outside to fight. Within minutes we heard him get in his car and drive away. By that time though the meal was completely ruined as the dinner table had been…