I wrote this poem in 1995

I see a wall of colors bright.
There is a strength, some unkown light.

Seasons change blue to gray,
Time passes by as children play,
Memories past forgotten at last,
By the eve of the first school day.

I see the wall but cannot feel,
I see the wall but it is unreal,
Fun we think, forever lost,
Fun we think, but at whose cost,
To look upon with no insight,
that glow becomes a little less bright.

At times we look, but do not see,
What it takes to do …
then to be.



Hanging out with people that I love and who love me
Japanese food
Trying on random stuff at Anthropologie and Urban Outfitters
Making people laugh and smile
Letting loose and not caring what anyone thinks
Watching “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” for the 500th time
Writing stupid poems
Taking cool pictures … with my computer
Reading things that interest me

@ Urban Outfitters

we have been best friends for 14 yrs - this was taken in front of Delphi OR in Oct 2006

Lost at sea

Tumulutuent ocean.
Waves crashing hard.
Grief stricken, Fear.
Like a boat lost at sea.

I reach for you.
But you are not there.
A light house in the distance.
Or is it just a flash of light in mid air.

I shiver alone.
Wondering what is to come.
Shall I sail on.
Or let the wind and ocean take me to my grave.

The light grows stronger, more intense.
A solid glow.
I question the light.
It is so bright now I can hardly see.
But I still feel it could be all inside of me.

Help has come.
Your hand reaches out.
I wonder what for.
I pull back in fear.

I cry again for fear that the help is naught.
I pull away and want to continue to drift on.
Lost in the tumultuant ocean.

I look again and see that the light is real.
Your hand is solid.
Your gaze is steady.

I force my body up from it’s apathetic slumber.
You take me in your arms to dry land
I am saved.

The Joy of Creating

“Force yourself to smile and you’ll soon stop frowning.
Force yourself to laugh and you’ll soon find something to laugh about.
Wax enthusiastic and you’ll soon feel so.
A being causes his own feelings.
The greatest joy there is in life is creating.
Splurge on it!” – L. Ron Hubbard