Holes

Sometimes
I think
My soul
Is a sieve
Where
My conscience
Leaks out.

The Early Morning Sun

Paints the trees
With a brush of light.

The Earthquake

Like a pit bull
Shakes the land
In its jaws.

searching all day long
for the perfect word or line --
no such thing!

widening outward
rain splatters the waters
patterning the pond

^

Biography

I began to write and submit in earnest when I
retired eight years ago. I worked for the local
daily newspaper, The Kalamazoo Gazette, for 27
years. I have been on line with E-mail and
Internet access for two years now. I spent 10
years attending classes at the local university,
Western Michigan University, with a double major
of English and anthropology. I have been an
amateur archaeologist, but no longer go out in
the field to dig.

I love to read. I read mystery books, articles and
books on a wide range of subjects such as
poetry, archaeology, astronomy and writing short
stories. I know a little bit about a lot of things. I
enjoy writing free verse, haiku, short fiction and
articles.