I’ve edited books of poetry by Charles R. Castle Jr. and C. Steven Blue and hundreds of individual poems by Adam Levon Brown, Andrew Gonzales, Barbara Newman, Dan Sanz, Darlene Colborn, David Valentino, Diane DeVillers, Donna Taggart, Edwin Wollet, Every (Second) Woman, Howard W. Robertson, Jacob Martin, James Higgins, Janet McReynolds, Jeanette Stone Bishop, Jennifer Rowan, Joan Dobbie, Joshua Mertz, Karen Phelps, Kris Bluth, Laura LeHew, Lee Darling, Leo Rivers, Marv Himmel, Maureen Buckley, Michael Hess, Michael J. Barker, Patrice Dotson, Patricia Hampton, Patty Hanchett, Paul van Peenen, Rachel Rich, Ruth LeFevre, Ryan Goodrich, Sandy Brown Jensen, Sharon Lask Munson, Shasta Hatter, Shelly Miller, Toni Hanner, Wayne Martin and Wayne Westfall.

I’m not a poet, myself. I have, however, written six poems. Count ’em below.

See Me

The mood soars; the energy heightens. Suddenly I am the very soul of the mountain. A vast, round rump. Blue sky, warm sun, grassy hillsides. Your hand, brushing against my skin, feels like the breeze that keeps the bluebells bobbing. It tickles, as though you were kicking a pebble along… Continue

The Beginning

A very long time ago, before our world began, Before there were men, Before there were things, Even before there was time, There was only O. Whole, complete, real, good, only O Alone. Now, O was not a man. He had no eyes, for there was no one to see…. Continue

Two Cinquains

A cinquain, in poetry, is five unrhymed lines in a 2-4-6-8-2 pattern. Line 1 must be a noun with 2 syllables. Line 2 must be 2 adjectives with a combined 4 syllables, which describe the noun. Line 3 must be 3 -ing words with a combined 6 syllables, which describe… Continue

Love, Never

I see him seeing me With his right eye only He examines my right ear And finds it too small My poor belittled ear It cannot hear … him But I can use it to hear His left ear Which is too large For his own good He’s no good,… Continue

And Again

Gray gusts. Rain comes at last. Dull drifts and comes up bright. Clouds are clean now. Sky is safety. The sun sings for me again. My voice rings for you again. Continue

No

Don’t push me into that Fire It’s flickering Bickering with me No! I am too Insubstantial I will burn! This is no Daydream But wait! It’s no Nightmare Either It’s just my own Drama Silly I’m not even here Yet Continue

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