Before There Was You (The Difference You Make)

Another poem from my forthcoming collection, “Sunburst Woman”.


Do you make a difference?
Is that your question?
Well of course you do!

You are the waterfall
Which cleans the air I breathe.

You are the meadow
In which I have planted my crop.

You are the wind
Which lifts up my wings.

You are the rock
Upon which I have built my home.

Yet, before there was you,
My life was drying out like a wildflower
That had blossomed in a drought.

Drying out like a wildflower
Bending low and withering in a drought.

Before there was you,
My life was a child
Separated and lost
In a museum of dusty memories,
In a mausoleum of the past.

My days were numb.
My hours were hunger.
I knew only famine,

For water,
I drank my own thirst.

(You make a difference, love.
Yes, you make a difference.)


Interesting Theory

From my forthcoming collection of poems, Sunburst Woman, which will be available on Amazon by the end of this month.


For some, “Love is war”.

Interesting theory.

But where is the connection?

Where is the communion?

Where in all of that
Is the other person?


Interesting theory.
But sounds like masturbation
With a deflatable love doll.


Sample Poem from “Sunburst Woman”

Here is a sample of the poetry you will find in my forthcoming book, “Sunburst Woman”.


One Has Been Like the Mountains

Renee once camped alone in the Wet Mountains
For a month, maybe longer.
She expected to be gone ten days
But up in the wilderness,
There was no pressure to be anyone but Renee.
She began finding herself,
Did not want to come back.

In the end, she had to come back.
The evening streetlights as she approached the city
Flaunted themselves like garish prostitutes,
The gaudy odors of the angry cars
Slammed her nostrils,
The senseless banging and meaningless roars
Disoriented her.

Renee went for days
Before she was desensitized again,
Before her senses had retreated
Into shocked numbness,
Before she was once again a well-adjusted
Citizen of the city.

“All my lovers have been like the city”,
Renee told me, “All except one.
One has been like the mountains.”


Sunburst Woman

Within the next ten days, I intend to self-publish a collection of poems on the subject of intimacy and love.  The collection will be called Sunburst Woman.

It will include both some of the best poems I have posted to this blog over the years, plus some excellent new poetry never before published.   It will be available on Amazon as a paperback.

I do not believe the collection will disappoint many people.   I will pass along more information as it becomes available.


Either Way, it is Amusing

Recently, an artist created two “works”, one of which sold for 120,000 dollars and the other for 150,000 dollars. Each installation consisted solely of a ripe banana duct taped to a wall.

Yes, it is true.

I wonder if the two people who each paid over 100k for a banana taped to a wall believe in miracles?

Either way, their answers would be amusing.


Incidentally, a prankster ripped the less expensive one off its wall and ate it.