plastic wheels rumble across cracks splitting sun-beaten sidewalks cornfields fade behind like mirages, opening the vista of red-brick...

Ramshackle old house, Near the foot of a hill, In the shade of a huge old tree. Its windows all broken, The door hung wide open, One last...

A small bird alighted upon my window sill, Delicate, yet bold in its approach, Not aware that the window was open. I extended my hand...

High in the sky he soars through the air The wind rushes past, parting through his golden hair like connecting bridges As he hollers and...

We have many friends Who like rats on a sinking ship Have abandoned California Truly makes me want to flip The next time I want to travel...

In between my sunsets and sunrises I visit other lands Where life is always grand And love is never planned I dwell happy in those nether...

Not atoll ! DVWG Poet Daniel Kuttner

The Buddha on the front porch is clean. Of late, I have been caught In the whirlwind of frenetic energy surrounding The start of a new...

“[God] has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that...

Come away with me, my love, To a place of quiet repose and peace, To a place where hearts beat as one, To a place where breaths are...

The turkey-buzzard sits low against the dead and rotting oak, waiting and watching, as dry grass shrivels in the heat. Summer fills the...

When it rained, I used to sit by the window and watch the cars pass by If I was lucky my cat, Striker, would come and sit on my lap I...