Of willful thoughts and roles
Of Noble scribes and Scrolls
Hat-in-hand Hippocratean
Lover of good words and writings
If not for God!
There is more to it than meets the eye
TALES FOR NO EARS
We all have stories we will never tell
We all have tales we shall never narrate
...
My Mother…
As my shrieks ran through the house
She skittled-skettled me around to placate my howls
...
A VOICE FROM THE DEPTHS
Deep down in the intricacies
Of our corporeal minds
...
OH MY GIRL…
She paces and strides warmly with rotund delight
Her coral beads sparkle tenderly in the sky's light
...