Fellow Poets,
Thank you for taking some time to listen to my songs. Like our sister and brother coyotes, songbirds and whales, we poets cannot but share our wistful, joyous, and sometimes mournful songs. Poets sing even, and perhaps especially, in the solitude of a canyon, on lonely dark nights, and inside the throbbing aorta of relationship or a city.
Through poetry, I relate first to myself, then to the world and perhaps sometimes to others. In a field the faintest, most monotonous chirps and trills convey simple messages of something learned, noticed, or remembered. At some level in our beings we listen as dogs bark and crickets chip. This world we share is teeming with confusion, wonder and the glee of life itself. For those without hearing, I hope to help make your passage memorable. Smile your smiles, sing your songs and live the poetry of life.
